We weren’t quite sure where to go when we arrived at the Pike, but we found a pull-off and parked the jeep. The river didn't look anything like a steelhead river and we weren’t real optimistic that we would find any fish. We headed downriver for a couple hundred yards and didn't find any likely holding water. We decided to circle back and head upriver. Again, we didn't find any good spots or any fish. We were almost ready to give up and go try another spot when I finally saw a flash up river. We got upriver and found a male and female paired up together. Within a couple of casts I was hooked up with the female. She took me downriver and then came back straight at us. Jerry quickly netted the fish and I had my first steelhead from the Pike River. It was a fat female close to 26 inches. The male was spooked from the fight with the female, so we decided to come back later to see if the male would return. We continued upriver and didn't go further then another 30 yards when I spooked another 12-15 steelhead from the shallower water. They all swam into a deeper pool downriver, but not before Jerry hooked into the largest fish of the group. This fish was a monster in the 32-34 inch range and as soon as he set the hook the fish took off... and snapped his line. We decided to rest the area in hopes they would come back down out of the pool. We continued downriver spotting an occasional fish… turns out they were all suckers. We spotted one nice fish holding along the opposite bank. Jerry managed to hook up with it and it slowly swam downriver. I went down to net the fish and realized it was a huge sucker. I netted the fish and brought it back up river laughing. The fish was huge, close to 5 pounds, and one of the biggest suckers I have ever seen. We continued upriver to a deep pool, but didn't spot any more steelhead. We came back downriver and spotted a couple of steelhead that had come back down from the deeper pool. Jerry again tied into the same huge fish, but this time his hook popped out. I decided to fish the deeper pool holding the fish to see if I could get any of them too take my fly. I knew there were at least 10-12 fish in the pool, so I figured my chances were pretty good. After a good 10-15 minutes and a bunch of flies later, I finally hooked into a fish...but it came up foul hooked. I broke the fish off and continued working the hole. I probably lost another 10 flies before I finally tied into another fish. Again, the fish came up foul hooked. Frustrated, we decided to head back downriver where we had spotted the original pair. They we back together and sitting in a shallower riffle. Jerry took a couple of casts and finally hooked the male. This fish took him way downriver and managed to get tangle up in a log. I pulled his line out and then ran downriver and netted the fish as it flopped on the surface. It was a nice fish close to 25 inches. We let the male go and he took off downriver. We went back up river to fish the deep pool, but didn't manage any more hookups. Jerry hooked another fish in the tail of the pool, but again the hook popped out. The fish seemed to be turned off so we decided to call it a day. We headed down to the mouth to see if it was open and found that it was running sideways down the beach for a good hundred yards. It was open, so at least the fish could come in. The water temps were around 42-43 degrees, with flows around 30 cfs. The best flies were dark colored wooly buggers and egg-sucking leeches.