I caught one of my first steelhead on the Deschutes, at the HWY 507 bridge. I was headed to the skookum chuck and stopped to take a look. I a one move around, so I walked down with some chum eggs and ended up catching him a few casts later. Never saw another one since. That year I did real well on the skookumchuck. On day I drove over during a downpour. The river was completely wiped out below bloody run. I got out and saw that the creek was blown out, but the last 1/4 mile or so to the dam was actually low and clear. no one else appeared to have bothered to go up that far to take a look. I had no idea what I was doing, but hooked and lost several on the big bend hole. Took a look and realized my line was frayed all the was down. As I was trying to strip some off, another guy walked in and tossed out some eggs. I could see he was immediately snagged up, but didn't say anything. After about 30 seconds, one came up and grabbed the eggs and took off. Presentation didn't seem to matter as the hole was plugged. Next time down there was an older gentle man plunking that hole. I hooked one there and then walked up to the next hole and got my second one and was done in about 20 minutes. The older man had one on the bank when I walked back down. I later heard he got his second, went home, got his wife, came back and helped her hook her limit. Good memories for sure. It's a joke now.