In early November, there were a few late coho in Steep Creek, and a friend saw a pair that seemed to be close to spawning. They hid out under a ledge of ice, in a little pool near some overhanging branches. That was at 9 a.m. At noon, I happened to visit this location, just checking for anything of interest. A big patch of scarlet stained the snow on my side of the stream. Of course, I had to look more closely. Then I found what was left of a salmon: the spine, picked clean, and the skin, turned inside out and covering the tail. I saw no live fish.