I arrived at the spot we agreed upon early as usual. There was no sign of Rick's car. I knew this was probably a bad idea. People always tell me they want to fish with me but I don't think they ever understand how serious I take it. Rick asked if he could fish with me and had that kind of cocky attitude of I know how to fish. He had no fly fishing experience but figured it had to be easy since he watched A River Runs Through it. Rick finally pulls up about 15min late. Since he saw the movie A River Runs Through It, I gave him my favorite line from that move. "Didn't you learn there's 3 things you're never late for? Church, Work and Fishing." Rick kind of snickered but never apologized for being late. He opens the back of his car and shows me the rod he bought just for this trip. I think he wanted me to oooh and aaah over his new Orvis Helios but I was still ticked at the lack of punctuality. "Where are your waders?" I asked. I don't need any I figured I'd just wade in my shorts and shoes. I said "You don't even have any boots?" No, I have high tops they should be fine. I explained "It's fall the water is about 50degrees. Really you need wading boots too." I figured the shop would have clued him in on this when he bought his rod. I'll be fine, I'm from the north. You know we should go to this other spot I know about.
Interesting that Rick has never fly fished has no wading gear and somehow with the purchase of a fly rod has become an expert on fishing locations. "We'll stay here if you don't mind, what flies do you have?" Rick wasn't sure what kind of fish we were going for so instead of asking what people use around here he bought a box full of salt water, bass and trout flies. Maybe 3 of the 50 were going to work for what we were fishing for. We were finally ready to make our trek towards the river. Rick holds up his beer and says "got to keep hydrated." I smile while inside dreading the decision I ever agreed to fish with this guy. My concerns were confirmed when partly down the trail I hear a ting tang of a aluminum can being thrown. "Did you just throw that can?" Rick had the look of surprise and seemed defensive about the question. "Yeah, someone will pick it up, probably the forest service. We got to pay them for something." he said. "Do me a favor and pick that up." I said. Rick looked at me and I could tell in his eyes he didn't want too. He could also see in my face that if he didn't pick the can up this trip would most likely be over. The hike to the creek was in silence. Only too be broken by Rick hocking loogies every five minutes. I spent my time just ranting in my head about what a moron this guy is while I waited for him to catch up. A few times I thought about just leaving him on the trail. "You hike fast." He said. We made it to a section and I explained where the best places to fish were. Then with in about 10 seconds I heard Rick exclaim "!##% this water is cold!" I usually would have said told ya or something along those lines but I just said "I bet it is in the high 40's." I pointed to a good spot where Rick should fish then made my way upstream. As I waded and tried to watch the water and finally take in some of the scenery I was deafened by the sound of sloshing and splashing behind me. I turned around to see Rick tap dancing in the river. Without wading boots every step he took looked like someone walking on ice. He stumbled a few times and barely kept himself from getting fully wet. In about 10min he was out of the water.
I noticed a few fish holding near the bank. I pointed them out and in the middle of my sentence about needing to be stealthy Rick shot down the bank. Snapping branches and dislodging rocks as he made his way down. The fish were gone after his first few steps. "Where'd they go?" You spooked them. Then Rick said the funniest thing, "dumb fish." This is where I couldn't hold my tongue anymore. I said "Well they are smart enough to where you can't catch them." I then went on to try to explain how he could have used cover to hide his shadow and he should have took his time getting down there. "Whatever, you take this too seriously." he said. That had me thinking on the hike back. Do I take fly fishing too seriously? Yes I do. Fishing is "my time." I try to make the most of it. It takes me away from my family who's time I take seriously too. If you don't understand that you're wasting "my time."