When I had my place up there ( I miss it) -used to commonly make early to mid August walks on the lower river from up around 81 into town.
Generally it was casting and casting into pockets from 81 to the lower needle-usually all alone too. Don't recall ever catching a King- just some bass and chubs- but it was fun to do and once in a great while ya would actually see an uncooperative King--- and lots of snakes.
Did I mention casting and casting and casting and casting for naught--lol.
Just to prove ya don't have to catch anything to have a great time---
There was the day I could barely hear the live music from the town Green and I was walking a high spot ( wrong side).
Looked down into a pocket, a King tail showed and as luck would have it, there was a spin fisherman walking up the other side.
I shouted over that a fish was in the pool far below me and he came right to the pool.
He threw his egg imitation into the run above the pool and it disappeared in the depth only to reappear rising quickly at the tail.
Just as quickly a nice bright king dashed from the depth and turned to chase the egg =-taking it hard and fast and running downstream -FAST.
Fortunately the guy had a light drag and the last I saw either of them they were moving quickly down river.
About a dozen Kings blasted out of the pool going every which way.
GREAT memory.