Congrats on completing the season of abstinence. For once, I had a reason not to wish I was back in the PNW in spring. Strike that, I would have been on the Columbia tribs and Peninsula. ;D
I'm sure there was a lot of procreation in the headwaters and I'd wager that if all the other cosmic alignments fall in place there will be a corresponding Cascade howzer year in the cards ahead.
Now how 'bout that first hardbody summer run - you know the kind that have spent zero effort on egg or milt production, the kind you can barely tell apart from hen to buck because the hens are so stout and the bucks are so fresh? The kind that prove without any doubt that the steelhead is among the toughest, most acrobatic, and beautiful fish in the universe?