If it helps, I was chasing fish today. Flinging unweighted #6 flies on light sink tips and short leaders in water averaging 3-4 feet. Wilson was gin clear also. I only saw two fish, and spooked them. I wasn't even fishing the run they spooked from - I was looking for a spot to cross the river safely. They were holding in front of a submerged rock in 3' of water in the middle of a long run.
The other fisherman I talked to said they hadn't had a bump, a bite, or even spotted fish either. One dude called it quits and headed home for breakfast after fishing just a couple runs. I stayed out until about 3:30 and called it quits - I had a hell of a hike and bushwack exploring a stretch I had previously not fished. It was a stretch near the narrows - and the only way to access it was either swimming (heeeeeeeeeeell no!) or bushwacking. So bushwacking it was. That's what lead me, eventually, to the spot I saw the pair of fishes. I stuck with subdued colors most of the day - except for about an hour where I was fishing an articulated pink worm imitation tied with a #6 salmon fly hook, a cut shank, and a #4 stinger hanging from the butt of the cut shank. Swimmy fly - and it wound up being donated to the river gods. I'll have to tie some more up to try out, if there's another surge of fish.
Going to be at least 2 weeks until I can make it out again - I'm hoping for rain so we'll get some fresh fish in. I'm also hoping there are fish waiting in the lower reaches, that will move up if we get rain.
Also saw a boot coho near Jordan Creek milling a tailout about by himself, and a spawned out rotting cark stuck on a rock in another tailout.