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PhilR

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They were running a BOGO on low-holing, and every customer gets a free piss on your leg while telling you it's raining with every order.

I had the day off today, so thought I would go on down to one of the Portland rivers and see if I could get some casting practice in. Maybe even swing up a steelhead. I was looking forward to a nice day, watching the eagles and enjoying the river, while I hiked down to the run. There were two gear guys in the upper run already. We chit chatted about how the fishing has been, and what they were using, and I kept going down to the lower run. Had a nice chat with one of the regulars as he was walking out. Water is low and clear, he said, but worth a shot.

So, I start at the top of the run, which is maybe a quarter of a mile long. Stepping and swinging, and this drifter with three guys pulls in and drops anchor 75 feet below me. Then they start flinging their bobbers and jigs. Dick move, but whatever, I'm not gonna let it ruin my day. So, I'm stepping and swinging and starting to get close, and they pull anchor. Cool, they're leaving...oh motherfucker, they dropped anchor another 50 feet down. So, I'm stepping and swing and starting to get close, and go ahead and reel up. I walk down and around them, and tell them I'll just drop in below them so they don't feel crowded.

After I finish out the run, I head back up to the now open upper run. Nobody else in sight, way up a ways, and down through the lower run. Eagles are doing their thing, clouds look great on the hills. Two guys in a drifter are coming down the middle of the run. No big deal, they'll just float on through, and clang goes the anchor. Straight in front of me. Guy in front tosses his bobber out, and I say c'mon guys, you have a boat and the whole river and you have to stop right here?? Guy rowing says we're not fishing, we're just rigging. I point at the other guy, what do you mean, he's fishing. rower: what, are you fishing this water right here? me: bombs the cast of a lifetime five feet from his boat. rower: I'm just rigging, can I rig here? me: you heard what I asked. In the end, I got a partial win - front guy stopped fishing while rower tied the world's slowest knot.

I finished out the run, and had a real nice chat with a couple of gear guys on the bank. Cool guys. And then I dropped by the hospital where my wife has been visiting a friend, and had some good pizza with her, so the day is definitely looking up. But seriously, a wide open river, and some people just have to stir the pot.
 
PhilR said:
They were running a BOGO on low-holing, and every customer gets a free piss on your leg while telling you it's raining with every order.

I had the day off today, so thought I would go on down to one of the Portland rivers and see if I could get some casting practice in. Maybe even swing up a steelhead. I was looking forward to a nice day, watching the eagles and enjoying the river, while I hiked down to the run. There were two gear guys in the upper run already. We chit chatted about how the fishing has been, and what they were using, and I kept going down to the lower run. Had a nice chat with one of the regulars as he was walking out. Water is low and clear, he said, but worth a shot.

So, I start at the top of the run, which is maybe a quarter of a mile long. Stepping and swinging, and this drifter with three guys pulls in and drops anchor 75 feet below me. Then they start flinging their bobbers and jigs. Dick move, but whatever, I'm not gonna let it ruin my day. So, I'm stepping and swinging and starting to get close, and they pull anchor. Cool, they're leaving...oh motherfucker, they dropped anchor another 50 feet down. So, I'm stepping and swing and starting to get close, and go ahead and reel up. I walk down and around them, and tell them I'll just drop in below them so they don't feel crowded.

After I finish out the run, I head back up to the now open upper run. Nobody else in sight, way up a ways, and down through the lower run. Eagles are doing their thing, clouds look great on the hills. Two guys in a drifter are coming down the middle of the run. No big deal, they'll just float on through, and clang goes the anchor. Straight in front of me. Guy in front tosses his bobber out, and I say c'mon guys, you have a boat and the whole river and you have to stop right here?? Guy rowing says we're not fishing, we're just rigging. I point at the other guy, what do you mean, he's fishing. rower: what, are you fishing this water right here? me: bombs the cast of a lifetime five feet from his boat. rower: I'm just rigging, can I rig here? me: you heard what I asked. In the end, I got a partial win - front guy stopped fishing while rower tied the world's slowest knot.

I finished out the run, and had a real nice chat with a couple of gear guys on the bank. Cool guys. And then I dropped by the hospital where my wife has been visiting a friend, and had some good pizza with her, so the day is definitely looking up. But seriously, a wide open river, and some people just have to stir the pot.
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This happens a lot in SW WA. Some of our rivers have gear guys that think fly fisherman want all hatchery fish abolished. I’m confident this motivates some discourse.

When I expect heavy days and banking I bring my shorty salt twitching rod on 50lb braid. “If you can’t respect me I’ll switch rods and I’m really bad with the other one” something along those lines.

I love respect fishing I come from it. But if you don’t dish it back with some of these jalopies they’ll squish you.
 
PhilR said:
They were running a BOGO on low-holing, and every customer gets a free piss on your leg while telling you it's raining with every order.

I had the day off today, so thought I would go on down to one of the Portland rivers and see if I could get some casting practice in. Maybe even swing up a steelhead. I was looking forward to a nice day, watching the eagles and enjoying the river, while I hiked down to the run. There were two gear guys in the upper run already. We chit chatted about how the fishing has been, and what they were using, and I kept going down to the lower run. Had a nice chat with one of the regulars as he was walking out. Water is low and clear, he said, but worth a shot.

So, I start at the top of the run, which is maybe a quarter of a mile long. Stepping and swinging, and this drifter with three guys pulls in and drops anchor 75 feet below me. Then they start flinging their bobbers and jigs. Dick move, but whatever, I'm not gonna let it ruin my day. So, I'm stepping and swinging and starting to get close, and they pull anchor. Cool, they're leaving...oh motherfucker, they dropped anchor another 50 feet down. So, I'm stepping and swing and starting to get close, and go ahead and reel up. I walk down and around them, and tell them I'll just drop in below them so they don't feel crowded.

After I finish out the run, I head back up to the now open upper run. Nobody else in sight, way up a ways, and down through the lower run. Eagles are doing their thing, clouds look great on the hills. Two guys in a drifter are coming down the middle of the run. No big deal, they'll just float on through, and clang goes the anchor. Straight in front of me. Guy in front tosses his bobber out, and I say c'mon guys, you have a boat and the whole river and you have to stop right here?? Guy rowing says we're not fishing, we're just rigging. I point at the other guy, what do you mean, he's fishing. rower: what, are you fishing this water right here? me: bombs the cast of a lifetime five feet from his boat. rower: I'm just rigging, can I rig here? me: you heard what I asked. In the end, I got a partial win - front guy stopped fishing while rower tied the world's slowest knot.

I finished out the run, and had a real nice chat with a couple of gear guys on the bank. Cool guys. And then I dropped by the hospital where my wife has been visiting a friend, and had some good pizza with her, so the day is definitely looking up. But seriously, a wide open river, and some people just have to stir the pot.
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I’m sorry man. Terrible people don’t have a care in the world about those around them.
 
PhilR said:
They were running a BOGO on low-holing, and every customer gets a free piss on your leg while telling you it's raining with every order.

I had the day off today, so thought I would go on down to one of the Portland rivers and see if I could get some casting practice in. Maybe even swing up a steelhead. I was looking forward to a nice day, watching the eagles and enjoying the river, while I hiked down to the run. There were two gear guys in the upper run already. We chit chatted about how the fishing has been, and what they were using, and I kept going down to the lower run. Had a nice chat with one of the regulars as he was walking out. Water is low and clear, he said, but worth a shot.

So, I start at the top of the run, which is maybe a quarter of a mile long. Stepping and swinging, and this drifter with three guys pulls in and drops anchor 75 feet below me. Then they start flinging their bobbers and jigs. Dick move, but whatever, I'm not gonna let it ruin my day. So, I'm stepping and swinging and starting to get close, and they pull anchor. Cool, they're leaving...oh motherfucker, they dropped anchor another 50 feet down. So, I'm stepping and swing and starting to get close, and go ahead and reel up. I walk down and around them, and tell them I'll just drop in below them so they don't feel crowded.

After I finish out the run, I head back up to the now open upper run. Nobody else in sight, way up a ways, and down through the lower run. Eagles are doing their thing, clouds look great on the hills. Two guys in a drifter are coming down the middle of the run. No big deal, they'll just float on through, and clang goes the anchor. Straight in front of me. Guy in front tosses his bobber out, and I say c'mon guys, you have a boat and the whole river and you have to stop right here?? Guy rowing says we're not fishing, we're just rigging. I point at the other guy, what do you mean, he's fishing. rower: what, are you fishing this water right here? me: bombs the cast of a lifetime five feet from his boat. rower: I'm just rigging, can I rig here? me: you heard what I asked. In the end, I got a partial win - front guy stopped fishing while rower tied the world's slowest knot.

I finished out the run, and had a real nice chat with a couple of gear guys on the bank. Cool guys. And then I dropped by the hospital where my wife has been visiting a friend, and had some good pizza with her, so the day is definitely looking up. But seriously, a wide open river, and some people just have to stir the pot.
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This is definitely one reason why I’m not interested in steelheading.
 
I was fishing the N/F Stilly when it was open, before Montana. I was at the next hole below Fortson I was at the head and this other fly fisher asks if he can step below me, I said OK, but that asshole just camped out there and didn't move. I finally moved around him but my mood was somewhat pissed off.
 
Old Man said:
I was fishing the N/F Stilly when it was open, before Montana. I was at the next hole below Fortson I was at the head and this other fly fisher asks if he can step below me, I said OK, but that asshole just camped out there and didn't move. I finally moved around him but my mood was somewhat pissed off.
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common occurrence at picnic table hole or even fortson hole
 
Folks for some reason are all hopped up on freedom... which to most means freedom to do whatever you want whenever you want... regardless of how it may impact others.

I stand my ground when necessary. Usually I can make friends, if not, I just move on.

A funny thing I've noticed even on the salt with nobody for miles... some joker will come out of nowhere and jump our line, fish right next to us. Wont chat us up or even engage, but just shoulders in and clogs the run.

There's something about another human out in space that just draws others... especially if the nets drawn... wierd, but happens alot.
 
headduck said:
Folks for some reason are all hopped up on freedom... which to most means freedom to do whatever you want whenever you want... regardless of how it may impact others.

I stand my ground when necessary. Usually I can make friends, if not, I just move on.

A funny thing I've noticed even on the salt with nobody for miles... some joker will come out of nowhere and jump our line, fish right next to us. Wont chat us up or even engage, but just shoulders in and clogs the run.

There's something about another human out in space that just draws others... especially if the nets drawn... wierd, but happens alot.
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This makes me think of this Meme.:)
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Divad said:
Hell yes! If they’re guides with clients you practically have them by the balls already. Most clients won’t know what is customary but hearing that the guide they picked that day is an asshole might change future reservations. 👍👍
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I have told people that the guide they hired lacks skill to find his own fish and has to resort to fishing on top of bankies.
Other times I have launched a cast at the guids head and said if you value the safety of his clients he won't take another pass.

Been a long time since I've had any issues, but I rarely fish for steelhead now days!
 
In another conversation, I was reminded that some folks still blame fly fishers for changes to hatchery practices on the Sandy. So, I think it was basically collective punishment. They sure showed me!
 
PhilR said:
In another conversation, I was reminded that some folks still blame fly fishers for changes to hatchery practices on the Sandy. So, I think it was basically collective punishment. They sure showed me!
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Lol! Wow I thought we only had those idiots.

If you frequent the kala, lewis or cow the last two-three years some dudes go around placing flyers on all parking lot vehicles, daily. It’s a two page document on how fly fishers are ruining the sport fishing world and stealing food from your child’s mouth basically.

It’ll happen again this year come spring-fall. And as I pull up to see flyers covering windshields I’ll be sure to hold my fly rod a a little higher and say hi to every person walking by. Knowing dam well some will be so smooth brained to think they just passed a sea lion.
 
Might be time to tie up a size 1.5 razor fly. It's pretty easy to snag an anchor rope...
 
mcswny said:
I think I remember seeing a documentary with bill schaadt doing that on the Eel.
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If I remember correctly he was cutting lines. For anchor rope I would go with #15 test.
 
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