Keith followed this fish with one of his own, a similar sized hen. I ventured off to do some downriver scouting as the run of fish slowed. On my four or fifth cast I connected with my first Steelhead of the season; a fish that I neither measured, photgraphed, weighed, nor netted. The fish cleared out a dozen or more anglers with a 50 yard run upstream and downstream of where I played the fish. Twice I had him to my feet, but with the net upstream I realized a true landing/photo session was not in order. As I reached down for this metallic beast, the hook gentley slid from it's upper jaw and the fish returned to the river to gorge itself on Salmon eggs. No matter, I had tasted Steele for the first time in 6 months and it was sweet.
The group ventured toward the lower DSR in search of more fish. After I snagged a robust brown trout in the dorsal, Clark connected with a sweet 26lb buck salmon which I followed up with an 18lb haggard hen.
Day two ended with four Salmon on the bank totaling well over 80lbs.
After getting a quality night's rest after Day 2, the crew woke early and headed for a half day spent downstream of Trestle Pool. Clark and I were seeking a quality run below Trestle Pool that we had stumbled on with Jesse in March. Upon arriving at Trestle Pool we found roughly 40 guys lining the river, a half mile hike downstream found us alone, solitarily casting at active King Salmon above and below a sweet riffle. I struck first and second with two bucks in the 20lb class and then Clark struck next with a haggard hen in the same weight classification. We hooked and lost multiple Salmon in this part of the river in less than three hours, and spent the rest of the morning wondering why we hadn't fished it for the other two days.
These photos may have seemed to be a Clark and Wilkie montage, but Lane's photos were on another camera, and as might be expected, he handled himself like a true Salmon River scholar on the river, bringing multiple high quality fish to the bank.
The mighty King Salmon is a formidable challenger on the fly, difficult to floss, and powerful in the current, but we came to realize that it's epicness is somewhat lacking, and our hearts are glued to the drag screaming runs of the mighty Steele. We will never return for Salmon; Steele brought us to this river, and Steele will continue to be our primary targets.