If you look at the punch card returns, the Lyre looks like a dud. I suspect that this reflects the difficulty of fishing this brushy little river more than it does a lack of fish. Years ago, my father and I fished the Lyre for cutthroat one summer and I remember my surprise and disbelief at hooking up a beautiful little four-pound steelhead hen, rather a handful in the brushy confines of the Lyre. She was a fat, silvery little torpedo, absolutely perfect except where a piece of the lower lobe of her caudal fin had been bitten away. I regret, now, killing her. I suspect that these fish are part of one of those sparse native runs (anybody have any accurate information on that?) that can't stand a lot of pressure. Treat 'em with respect.