But I am relentless, posing the question of what I might catch in said rivers every time I crossed one with a new guide or local I hadn't asked yet. The answer was always the same. Nothing. As luck would have it, I was instructed to hike along one of the rivers to reach a tree stand on our second day, and me being me, I had to personally inspect each pool for signs of life. About a mile in it happened: a tiny flash of silver caught my eye. It was minnow (or perhaps salmon fry) no longer than 3 inches, but it didn't matter. I won. I proved them wrong. I found a fish!