My two boys and I fished the south arm from 1:00 to 3:30. When I got to the river, I saw a few guys leaving and they had limited out from fishing the morning. We fished beside two guys who had landed 4 fish. They said it was hot earlier but the bite was slowing down. After about 40 minutes, my ten year old and I caught a few pike minnows(?) which we released. I finally hooked a pink and handed my rod to the ten year old who had never caught a pink before. I went down and tailed it. After that there was no bites for about an hour, a bit of rain and both boys were getting a bit frustrated because of all the expectations. There were lots of pinks passing through, but they were not interested. Then, at about 3:00, the sun was out and the bite was on. In about 15 minutes, my 13 year old limited out. I was so busy tailing his fish and bonking that I couldn't even cast a line. The ten year old then took over his older brother's spot and hooked into a pink all by himself, the biggest of the day. Altogether, 6 fish (4 males and 2 does, I just chucked the roe because I have still have a bunch of frozen boraxed chum/coho roe from previous years. How do you make Ikura?). It turned out to be a pretty good day. Conservation officers were out in full force checking licenses, catches and hooks. We were using pink spoons. We used three spinning rods, from a light 7 footer with 8 lb lline to an old 8.5 foot Hardy loaded up with thick 20 lb test. Amazingly, 5 of the 6 were caught on the thick heavy line. When the bite was on, the fish were not shy. But just as quickly the bite was off. Just as well, my shoes were covered in mud and I was up to my elbows with fish gut and blood. Any more fish and I think our one garbage bag would have ripped.