After raising two nice fish at Little Argentina last night but missing hook sets, I decided to up the ante with surface attraction and pure buggy ugliness. Mission accomplished at sunset on upper North-South. There seems to be a 30-minute window right now when larger steelhead are prone to crushing things skittering across the surface. More precisely: the sound of a small toilet flushing fast. Two fish landed with a hot, bright chromer taken on the long, slick tail of North-South. Any steelhead taken on top is an extra-special fish. As the line spilled into the backing, all I could do was lean back, look up and laugh. One fish on top is worth ten swinging underneath.