worst day of guiding to date:

after fishing for 4 morning hours filled with spooked fish, 15 foot casts, missed sets, tangles and lost flies, finally get my man a fish in the net in the afternoon session. i give a yell, a big pat on the back and a handshake, followed by a "well, what d'ya think of that?!"

my man gives one quick grin then says, "let's get another one."

yup, no problem.

guides' day off tomorrow. cold. beers. being. consumed.