In the very southeast corner of Washington and the very northeast corner of Oregon, through the high desert canyons, northward runs a river that is the destination of Pacific summer-run steelhead. So we went there.
Between six fishermen, the first two days yielded one steelhead landed, one steelhead lost and several chinook to hand. A worthy by-catch, for sure.
Then, as sometimes happens when steelheading, our luck changed in the final hour of the final day. In our last run, three steelhead were hooked in a half hour. The hooks held on two of them, tails were grabbed, and anglers were happy. All was Grande.