|Dad with is first steelhead.|
I will preface this post with the fact that of roughly 1200 guide days I have had 3 anglers that I would never guide again. So when I say "one of the biggest dipshits I've ever had in my boat" know that the dipshit:awesome fun anglers ratio is correct, and I'm not some angry guide drinking away my winter at the Blue Anchor.
So.....I have one of the biggest dipshits that I have ever guided in the boat, and half way through a full-can-of-chew-day he asks me the most condescending question I have ever been asked on a guide trip "So, what's your Dad think about you being a fish guide?" Several years later now I don't remember what I said, but it was polite, and I continued to work through the day, knowing that a cold beer was getting closer by the minute.
I have never once questioned what my Dad thinks about my decision to guide, as he has supported me in everything I do, and is particularly fond of my guiding as he routinely reaps the benefits as an avid fly fisherman. This week we cranked it up a notch.
|Working on the rigging of what turned out to be the money fly.|
Along with learning to cast, Dad began tying his own swinging bugs. Any steelhead angler knows that the fly doesn't matter, but given that my tying time is currently more available than angling time I sent out a package that included 12 swing bugs hot out of the vice. The flies arrived on a Saturday, just in time to be soaked that monday afternoon and Tuesday as my Dad and brother were going to meet on our favorite river.
About noon on their second day fishing together I got a text from Dad as I filled out my TPS reports. A simple one line message: STEEL! He had broken the skunk with my brother, on a fly I tied for him. To say he was ecstatic was a understatement. I have never been so excited about a fish that I didn't catch, let alone didn't even witness or net or see till hours later.
To answer the question, "What's your Dad think about you being a fish guide?". I think he's ok with it, the smile above says it all.