Camping at Hell's Gate with some friends and doing some steelhead fishing. Went out 3 times on Saturday (early morning, late morning, and evening). No luck. Saw a few others hook up, but not much action all day. The most excitement was when some a-hole cut across right behind me and got my line caught up in both his downriggers. Instead of stopping to untangle, he kept his motor trolling right along and drug me from the confluence all the way to the Clearwater train bridge with me screaming at him the whole way. Some people, I tell ya.