I started steelhead fishing this past winter and since I have yet to catch a fish I decided to hit the Sky every day this long weekend to catch my first fish and learn the river. Here Is my report in point form. Caught zero fish. Fell hard on my back (thought I broke my arm) bush waking down a steep bank Fell forward in the river filled up my waters as I dog paddled trying to get upright. Had zero bites Never really thought I would catch a fish as I never trusted the spots I was fishing. Still have not even come close to learning the river (Although I did learn that the new southern chicken breakfast sandwich at Mcdonalds is bad ass). Spent a lot on gas In short, I guess I learned that summer steelhead fishing is not easy as the dudes at the fly shop told me, and now I know why no one in there right mind would ever give up a steelhead honey hole on an internet forum. At my pace it feels like five years of steelhead fishing is like one weekend on the Naches in terms of learning "the river".