Wish I were there. The king season has closed and they should be dumping eggs, and their carcases beginning to line the banks with the reds. Meanwhile, the rainbows and dollies are gorging themselves on large, fresh king eggs, and taking large bead imitations.
Depending on the water levels in the rivers, the silvers should be moving up, and soon they will be providing fresh eggs for the trout and completing their life cycle.
And here I am chained to a desk...at 7:30 in the evening, nonetheless.