The Met fish were all stacked up in the lower river due to very low water, so ya, basically dredging for steelhead in a barrell. After getting absolutely pounded the first couple of days, catch rate dropped through the floor and got worse through the weekend. Reminded me of the days when fishermen followed the hatchery "milk" trucks around to fish shoulder to shoulder where ever they dumped the hatchery trout. Quite sporting I'm sure. :beathead: I'll wait until November; it's about a whole lot more than just catching fish.