Clint and I spent the day on the Trinity River near Lewiston.  Clint didn't waste any time hooking the first steelhead of the day.  After a prolonged fight, we lost the five pound fish right at the net.  Fortunately, he hooked another on his very next drift and landed it after five spectular jumps.  We spent the rest of the day head-hunting for rising fish.  It was a little too sunny for great dry fly fishing, but we fooled a few half-pounders on dries nonetheless.  My largest was about 16".