We started throwing hoppers yesterday above the Cooper Bridge along a flat on the left side of the river. We got about half-way down the bank when a guy, who owns a lodge here but isn't an outfitter, pulls right in front of us just 40 yards downstream and starts chucking big dries.
"Screw that," I said to my guys. "Pick 'em up." We rowed down-stream and got right in front of them and I said, "Throw it left."
My guy's first cast out of the back brought up a nice brown and as he hooked it, the guy in the front got another take but didn't connect. I looked back at the boat and the look on their face was priceless. We rowed out to the middle and unhooked the fish and continued to motor down as to say, "Thanks," and, "Fuck you."
Keep 'em where they live and stay out of the way...
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