First the area is not 'known' for Steelhead/King Salmon.
A light rod is all you need, a five-six; an all day fishing rod. A seven if you're tossing heavy tips; not likely.
Hope my back surgery is 'fixed' by next fall, looking forward to the long drive. 'Sandy-Husky' were great river companions; tarp/air mat on the beach, one burner stove, single pot, three plates. Pot; Everything went into that, two hungry dogs, double the amount. Still not enough for those two eating 'machines,' but they ran it off. Well Sandy ran, Husky waddled, but he got there to his plate.
Two sets of large brown eyes watching your every move. Spatula moving round the food, 'PUT IN OUR BOWLS DARN IT!! Husky snored, I kid you not. Up an hour before day light, stove going: 'This morning Dog's we are having Scrambled eggs and chopped up ham.'
Discuss where to fish; they had their fav's. Hell of it was, for many of the first years 'Husky' was my neighbors dog. Gear going into the Jeep and second 'fuzz face' standing by the open back lid.
Go down, tell the neighbors' 'Husky is with me, we will be gone for a week.' Once I think it was close to a month. Two hundred (collective) dogs take up a hell of a lot of room on the RV's queen sized bed.
No objections that I noticed from them ........ save I got what was little left. Roll over ... cold nose against yours. Shove-shove! MOVE THE HELL OVER!
That lasted 30 minutes, with luck ... Snuff-Snort-wiggle, OK grab a dog, back to sleep and a good cuddle. The 'Bridge Playing' young lady in Brookings, OR... they'd curl up under her feet. Her shoes off, wiggling toes on dog tummies. I'm sure she had a pocket full of dog treats.
Fred Evans - White City, Oregon