Went out this morning to honor my Grandpa on Memorial Day by fishing. His absolute favorite passtime. Started out by the power station with no luck. 20 minutes after I started, as if on cue, a driftboat comes down and drops anchor 30 feet upstream from where I am fishing and procedes to start bouncing right down into my line path. If I had caught their line after what we talked about the other day, I probably would have cut their line. Anyway, after 45 min. I gave up and headed upriver. Stopped above the covered bridge and tried my luck. I started with an Uncle Buds and caught a cutthroat, let him go and caught a 12" planter. Changed to jigs, and nothing. Changed to roe and caught 6 more planters. Kept the 12" to 14" and let the smaller ones go. Gave up and came home. I am now BBQ a tri-tip for the family. My wife informed me that the fish I caught at Hils Creek yesterday and the ones I caught today are going to be cooked for the kids tomorrow. Darn, no smoking.