Clackamas. My first trip down there was spinners. Did okay. Went 4 summers, 1 winter, and had a Chinook hooked, but fell in and got soaked trying to get it. Rock rolled right out from under my foot, so I stopped that day. Then I ran into some local guys who showed me the ropes. Showed me what to use, colors to use during certain times, tackle, all that good stuff. Fished right beside them. They were slaying them and so was I. It's the first great experience I've had. Went in that same spot two days in a row, ran into them again. Between the three of us over 20 fish, winters, summers, and a couple Chinook. Good times.