I wasn't fishing but I was camping with my family near the mountain loop area south of Darrington a few years ago. There were no campsites available in the area campgrounds so we chugged up a steep logging road a few miles and pitched our tent on BLM land in the middle of nowhere in an old clearcut.
We were "visited" by three deranged looking, Deliverance hillbilly types who drove up out of the blue and strolled into our camp, checked out our Yuppie stuff, Yuppie rig, and particularly my 12-year old Yuppie daughter. These guys were as scary a bunch as I've ever seen, and although we did not have a firearm, my wife pretended like she did, by keeping her hand encased in a bag in front of her as if she was holding a handgun. They left after 30 minutes and some careful persuasion. Fearing a later visit when it got dark, we packed up camp as fast as humanly possible, heaved all our gear into the Pathfinder and took off down the logging road. A half-mile or so down (this was a narrow, one-lane road bordered by a drop-off on side and a rock wall on the other), we rounded a corner and the "fellas" were putting logs across the road in what could only be construed as an attempt to trap and prevent our vehicle from getting down the road. I put the car into 4WD High and rammed the Pathfinder through a slot between the logs and did not stop until we hit Kirkland two hours later. Another two minutes and the road would have been completely blocked. I am not ashamed to say that I was scared absolutely shitless. And I am rarely accosted as I'm 6' 3", 215 pounds and look like a pissed-off escaped convict. I would have done anything for a gun. Gary Meyers Kirkland
