This is a true story but the names are changed to protect the innocent.
Got up pre-dawn. Hiked a mile to a pool in the dark. As greylight is just beginning to illuminate the river, I see a few fish rise.
Then, I hear voices and see a pair of wader clad flyfisherman about 100 yards up the trail. As they get closer I greet them with a hello. Then the amazing happens. These two idiots descend on the pool I am fishing. What? Idiot A barks out orders to idiot B on how to fish the pool…then marches right into the pool I was standing in front of. Marches right through some of the most productive water. I move over a few steps and fish a less productive area.
The lead idiot (idiot A…aka… alpha idiot) was also a jerk as he gave his less experienced friend less productive water. I found humor in this as the idiot A showboated by catching a tiny brown and being extremely vocal about it.
10 minutes later justice was served as idiot A was standing on a rock in the middle of the run. The water was about 3 feet deep. I never stand on the rock but often stand behind it as cover. Idiot A somehow lost his balance and fell into the water with a violent splash. I could see the guy was embarrassed, yet I felt to need to send one word that he could hear “Clown!”…hahhahahhaha.
I was able to hook up with a few fish which gave me some peace and then had a mini revenge on idiot A. I moved over to idiot B, who probably was not an idiot at all but only labeled that because of association. I sort of felt bad that his buddy gave him crap water so I gave him my stretch and explained were all the fish were holding and what they were responding to…hahahhahahaha. He was a nice guy.
I just dont get some guys. That alpha idiot is why the world is the way it is.
Being a fisherman is about both patience and tolerance.
I left the area and fished away from them. What helped me move on mentally much later was both a wonderful and horrifying sight. I heard the cry of an osprey and looked up as the beautiful bird picked a trout off the river. It circled around a bit with its trophy…crying and chirping with pride. I laughed out loud it was so wonderful. The horrifying part is that I have been seeing osprey on this river lately and this morning I think I counted 4. I am sure they will make quick work of those fish. Those birds are machines.
I would much rather share the river with the osprey than the fisherman. Gotta hang with the skilled beings to learn and improve.