One thing that was an  amazing sight for someone new to shark season like me, was the sight of this foot long blue back cruising at warp speed around the surface, then a King coming out in 4 foot leap, shaking like a terrier to get the @#$%^& lamprey off!  Shaq landed  a  jack with one attached. I tailed it and pulled while  Jeff  put the cleats to it, and off  it  went unhindered.   I severely doubt I'll get to fish that pool  again this season, but I'm glad HT showed it to me. The morning was tough, but all part of the learning curve. Hanging out and learning lots of good stuff from HT made the time pass until we found the takers.
 
Charlie

Three of us fished that same hole several years ago but there were a bunch of others there also.Most were fishing with Tuna rods and lots of weight.We were fishing with fly rods, chartruse Jensen eggs, and very little weight.Most were not catching much unless they "accidently" foul hooked one.We were into fish all day and several times had triples going.I think some of those others were getting a bit frustrated with us,but all thet had to do was look at what we were doing vs what they were doing.There was a big push of fish that day and the fish were on the move.
They do hit if you FISH for them!

Here's one thing to try when others think you have a hot spot. This has worked for me alot. When you see or know fish are holding in front of you and you have fish hunters breathing down your back, fish like you see nothing there and act like nothing has been there. These guys look for people who are really focused on something in front of them, and if they ask "seen any", you say yeah a bunch 15 minutes ago now nothing. They must be just sitting up there, as you point upstream. Usually the hunter goes in pursuit. I'll be pointing Sunday.

Remeber when the meadow had that big old willow in the middle

I remember when there was no DSR at all and ya walked in from the road- DANGER DANGER -that darn ravine was a killer in the dark. The only name we had for the holes back then was "the low end".

No- dont recall that-but it sure is for lotsa folks.

Speaking of before the lower clay changed sides by creating the new channel.
T river flowed along what is the south side of the island.
There was a hole the lentgh of the island with the upper 1/3 being the real sweet spot.
It had an undercut bank with some trees leaning out over it.
The few people that "fished " down there would walk up and stand in the ho;e looking for steelhead.
Never saw or caught squat.
13 and I would stand back in the ankle deep riffle casting 35-40 of line quickly mending a few times to sink unweighted flies and crush them all day long.

Secret to the hole?
That undercut.
One day when we were leaving I was curious, so I stuck my rod into it to see how far it went back.
I stuck my 9 ft rod and arm to the shoulder underwater poking for solid ground and never touched any.
It easily held 20-50 steelhead when they were spooked as the average "fisherman" of the day walked into where they wanted to lay.

I think that is where my rather "know" they are there rather than sight them originated.

OH YA I remember it.
I remember watching it getting ready and toppling.
The willow was the one that used to be a hole of its own at the head where the river narrowed between the meadow and the upper clay.
I don't remember it being there long. A couple years of sliding down and out.

There was another tree there years before that fell above Pville years earlier that stayed in the meadow for a few years also.
I have been trying to get past the brainfart, dementia?, of exactly where it was where it fell in.
I remember looking for it after every high water incident moved it downriver.
All those braincells I gave away in the 70s, 80s,and 90s.
That second tree gave me one of my most memerable moments on thr river.
It lay strait downriver about a third of the way out from the south side of the old willow hole.
The fish swam up the south edge and swam under the tree into the hole.
This day coho were blowing upriver all day.
I was wading out at the top of the hole and swinging down and across where it deepened.
A large male coho hit, jump as if on a recon mission, turned down, ran back under the tree, jump up and over itand then instantly did it again then after my line was tightly wraped jumped again in the hole cracking me.
If that was his idea of flipping me off I don't know what it was.

Fishing the boves I had a jack king do something similer.
It landed in a tree that grew out a foot and a half over the river before it grew upward.
Lower warmer water thankfullybut I had to hand my rod to a guy I didn't know while I went 30-40 yards upriver to cross and free it.
The guy got a decent fight out of iteven though it had been out of the water for 4-5 minutes.