Well, had a few hours to kill so went to the Puyallup. Took the 11' 6wt switch, few flies and practice casting. River look well, like the Puyallup, rain or shine. Went down to one of the gravel bars, looked through my mess of flies and few casts, hooked into a pink. 2 minutes after hook up, everything came back at me, think it was fowl hooked?? After an hour of practice casting, I switched from a slow sink tip to all floating and worked the shallow water with a new fly I tied last night. 3rd cast felt a hard tug and it was on. Got that one to the rivers edge, didn't look to good of shape so let it go. Checked leader and fly and said what the heck, 10 minutes later had another, which tossed the hook, fowled or dull hook, so I changed flies. Nothing with that fly after 30 minutes so, changed back to my lucky fly. Didn't have a hook sharpener, so I found a smooth rock and sharpened away! After ten minutes I saw a few fins coming up through fast water, so I cast out in front and a tug right away. Got that one to the bank and beautiful shape fish about 4 lbs, this one went home with me. Hooked couple more but through the hook. Talked with an older gentleman for awhile while walking to the trail who I met earlier when walking in and he told me that pinks wouldn't hit flies in the river or once they hit freshwater. I said well, I am here practicing my casting, if I get one, it was by luck then. Well, I was one lucky practice caster this morning! He said he got so much enjoyment watching me cast, that he forgot that he was there to catch dinner for him and his wife tonight! That made me feel like I accomplished something today, it wasn't that I proved someone was wrong, it was that I made this gentleman's day by watching the real River Runs Through It, without having to go rent it! Overall a great day for me, felt good to feel the tug and hook a few when other didn't.