Many, many different fisheries in the US and World, there isn't really a "single take" on what it is like to be a fishing guide. In the "salmonid guide" ecosystem alone, there is staggering variation in what makes for a good program, even within the same geographic region...kinda tough to generalize about the experience.
Coming off my 21st season as a guide, and at 54, I'm tired. A 165 day sunup to sundown season with a handful of days off is for kids, not folks with AARP cards and retirement plans. I'm in the twilight of my career, but here are a few (mostly random) thoughts...
I haven't pulled a 45-day-er in a couple years, but I still remember occasionally falling asleep at the vise at midnight while crankin' out a few dozen bugs for my next trip in less than 6hrs...I also remember spending a LOT of plane flights tying leaders and doing other rigging, much to the chagrin of the pilots.
I once taught my wife how to tie saltwater loop knots to pre-tie tippet sections for me by the hundred, and when I was in the midle of the 450-500 guests-a-season years (2012-2019) I had to pay her to do my laundry.
I've been there for awkward family meltdowns, and been treated as the sounding board and unwilling confidante for all kinds of shit people somehow think they need to unload on a semi-stranger in the middle of the wilderness.
I've guided some of the wealthiest humans on the planet, and I've guided folks who have saved for years to afford a half-day trip.
I've had the pleasure of having a front-row seat as some of the best practitioners of flycasting on the planet have fished my waters.
I've guided a ton of folks of the "I know how to fly fish, I don't need your help" persuasion (mostly middle-aged white guys), and I've also had the distinct pleasure of introducing hundreds of folks to flyfishing.
I've watched friendships and relationships bloom and blossom on my trips, and I've also been there when the other shoe drops, so to speak.
I've had to administer CPR and beyond-basic first aid in wilderness settings.
I've been lucky enough to log thousands of hours in floatplanes all over Alaska, and been paid handsomely for that experience.
I've had to run past guests to get in between them and angry bears, because...that's my job.
I've had the pleasure of taking more than 6,000 people fishing in Alaska, and I can count the number of folks who were truly irredeemable assholes on one hand...wouldn't even need all the fingers.
I've learned how to catch salmonids consistently, easily, and repeatably under every condition imaginable. I've watched and dissected fish and fishing behavior for thousands upon thousands of hours, and come up with tools and techiques for the success of other anglers, independent of my presence/coaching
Over the years, I have learned to manage the expectations, emotions, and idiosyncrasies of my guests, and learned a lot about myself in the process.
I've learned how to connect deeply and commucicate openly, concisely, and fully on a compressed timeline with otherwise total strangers, and made some long and lasting friendships with guests over the years.
Through the "Guide's Union", I have met a vast number of exceptional individals with shared passion and experience, in some cases forming instantaneous and lasting bonds much like fellow trauma survivors...
I've had days where I was the king of the world, and I've had days where I did my best to keep my shit together in the view of my guests.
Was it all worth it?
In the long run, probably.
If given the chance, would I do it all over again, every single day exactly like I already did it?
AbsoFuckingLutely.
Would I reccomend it to anyone else?
Nope.
