Fishing starts early - after breakfast, at seven AM, rain or shine. The season is short, only a month or so, but the days are long, and if you want to fish at eleven o'clock at night, you can do that. Here Janis Bonds fights a big king on medium-weight spinning tackle, while her son, guide Matt Bonds, gets in position with the net. The methods seem simple once you know them: on this part of the river, you can use salmon eggs as bait, and you run the boat to the head of the hole, and drift back, bouncing the bait and whatever attractors you add to it along the gravel of the bottom. Tap, drift, tap, tap-tap...the hit can be only a pickup, a shift in the way things feel at the end of the line. Or it can be a sudden, wrenching downward force. As the hook sinks home, it is like you are tied tight to the liquid force of the river itself. The fibers of your rod groan. The reel starts to scream. In a boat, with which you can chase big fish, the chances are with the angler. From the bank, the odds are much with the fish.