daytripper wrote:
(maybe Joe'll tell you about his guide vs snagger conversation ;-)

Okay, here's how I saw it. Despite having wonderful success at our
morning spot, we let Dave & Paul talk us into trying out the stretch
below the Trestle Pool, and we agree to meet up back at the Altmar
Hotel & head on down together. Cell service being what it is (isn't)
there, those connections went to hell; and Son and I head on over to
where we think they'll be. Parking at Trestle Pool North, we hike
through the woods the several hundred yards down to the bend. Nobody
there but a few spin fishermen at the head of the run. Son hooks &
loses a feisty coho, but that was all we'd see there; and after a
while we hike back up the shoreline to see who we see.

Not a hundred yards away were tripper & Paul casting to the far bank
along a down tree, and a fish is taking tripper downstream. Paul makes
a casual suggestion that I might be good luck in that tripper didn't
get his first hookup until I showed up, just before that notion is
quickly dispelled.

"So", I shout to Paul from the bank, "how is it up here?" A
nearby stranger answers back, "Pretty good if you're snagging."
Before I can digest the humor/seriousness/intent of that comment,
another guy up the shoreline shoots back, "You got a problem with
that?" Okay, clearly I'm not coming in at the beginning of this
scene; and all I can do is watch it play out. "I wasn't taking to
you, I was talking to him." (meaning me) "You were looking right
at me, what's your problem?" "Yeah, I got a problem. It's
illegal." I'm wading out into the river as the shouting match
continues about who was looking at who or talking to who and who was
doing what when. The downstream guy is walking up closer to the
snagger, and I'm expecting split shot at ten paces any second now.
Non-snagger gets verbal and moral support from a chorus of other
fishermen in the river, and snagger retreats into the woods. I'm
thinking, ****, all I did was ask how's the fishing; and WW3 erupts.
Thank goodness J-plugs are illegal, or it could have been bloody.