I spent almost 8 hours driving one way to an east side river to fish for steelhead. The first wild fish I caught must have jumped 5 times, a couple of the jumps he cleared the water by at least a foot and made 2 solid runs almost to the backing. And like I said that was only the first one, the afternoon I arrived. Yeah, I hate those tired ass east side steelhead. Don't know why I spent so much time driving. Now was it as exciting as hooking into a Skagit steelhead weighing into the upper teens? You bet your ass it was.