Many years ago, when the Dungeness was open nearly right through the entire year, my father and I were fishing down near the mint farm in May. There were spring chinook in the river (another thing of the past) but I landed a very late-run native winter steelhead. Back in those days we killed and kept everything of course and this was a chrome-bright hen with a few sea-lice still clinging around her vent. Obviously she was just dipping into the river to carry out her spawning because, when I cleaned her, I found her eggs were already loose in the skeins. The amazing thing was that her stomach was packed solidly with the flying carpenter ants which were filling the air on that weekend.