I used to be a drift fella, right up until the day I moved to AK on a permanent basis. I started out accompanying my Pa in the 70's, messin' around on gravel bar while he and his friends fished. As I got older I started fishing with him more, first with a closed-face reel, then graduating to a levelwind (with the spool friction cranked WAY up). By the time I started high school (1983), I was staring to amass what would become a staggeringly large gear assortment, pretty much all centered around drift fishing for steelhead.
Before I got my driver's license, I used to take the Metro buses all over the place to fish. In between Metro, Pierce Co and Snohomish Co public transportation, I was able to fish the Sky (and tribs), the Snoqualmie, Tolt, Raging, Tokul, Cedar, Green Puyallup, Carbon...when I went with car-owning friends, we would hit the OP or SW WA cricks for a weekend.
When I got my first car it was pretty much game on, because I started working 7 months out of the year in AK...that left 5 moths of the year free for me to hit nearly every single Westside steelhead river listed on the old punchcards. After a couple years of that, one of my friends who managed a local tackle shop set up a deal with some Quinault guides to advertise their trips in exchange for deep discounts. Long story short, I spent a bunch of time on the Q lands after that, and in restrospect, had some days that I would probably be better off never telling new anglers about lest they think I was mistaking steelhead for smelt in a 5 gallon bucket...
I still have a bunch of old setups - I've still got about 6-8 drift poles, a few shoeboxes worth of levelwinds (mostly Bantams), and a pile of terminal gear. Over the years I went through a bunch of different phases and schools of thought concerning weights and attachments, so as a consequence I have done everything from the simple surgical tubing sleeve to slinkies in various shot sizes/counts to 2-5oz bank sinkers when shit was getting deep on the cowlitz. My favorite was always crimping hollowcore to the tag-end of your mainline-to-swivel clinch knot - easy to put on, easy to come off, no gear lost...these days, not the most environmentally-conscious way to go.
From '89 to '92 I worked for Cossack Caviar - also known as Cossack bait / Alaska Premier Bait / etc.. As a fishing fella with access to literally tons of both bait eggs/skeins and curing supplies, I had a pretty good time after-hours at the plant, making all kinds of "secret recipe" baits and gels. One of the discoveries from that era was "Smooj" - quite literally the concentrated, sodium chloride-laden egg oil that seeps out of export-grade sujiko boxes as they are compressed over a period of weeks. That stuff was an absolute bitch to handle, but we used to put it in a little aspirin jar with a wide mouth and smear it all over yarn...it would make a plume of cloudy egg-milk that damn near everything in the river would (and could) follow right to the source.
At any rate, I used to dig me some drift fishin', fellas.
2 from a ridiculous trip to the OP, one of the last times I was there in the early 90's. Calcutta for the win!
