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Wow, what a day at Reiter.
Got in line bright and early this morning, only to wach some guy run like the devil was on his heels as soon as he parked. Never saw him catch anything, for his efforts.
Also had a jerk next to me (upstream) casting a spoon in amongst everyones' bobbers, dragging it across my feet (multiple times), and then having the guts to tell me to move back because I was in his drift. And he was farther out than me, too. It gets better. I mention the courtesy of fishing WITH the other people around, instead of against them (didn't say anything about his rudeness) to which he replied "well I don't really care, I'm going to do whatever the **** I want."
Mr. Jerk then proceeds to step around the rock (to the downstream side of the hatchery intake) and is now less than 5 feet to my left, with his pole pointing downstream, drifting, wiith his pole 3 feet in front of my face. Tangling up with everyone. At one point he had crossed the lines of myself and the next guy down from me, and as the lines came in right at my feet, I could see he was also caught on some line that was snagged in the water. I grabbed the lines to start untangling everything, as I was in the middle and it was right in my face. Mr. Jerk Control Freak gets PO'd, and yells at me. "just give it to me so I can get my line free".
Ok, at that point I lost it. Raising my voice I told him I was trying to, and that he had crossed everyone elses lines and made a big a** mess because he was being a rude POS. Guy next to me was being pretty calm about it, but I could see he was getting torqed too, because it had happened several times (and this guy was blaming us for him casting over our lines).
Got my downstream neighbors jig unhooked from the mess, and in the process of untangling mine I made a couple quick twist knots in Mr. Jerk Control Freaks already tangled up mess, and let it go. Told him, "there you are, all set!"
Fished with a smile on my face for the next half hour, as he had to cut his gear to fix it. He then retied and moved upstream, mumbling about "can't ****ing stand rude people". Which made me smile even more.
He then proceeded to pull the same crap up there, and chased a few others off, before someone else menioned him being a rude POS, and then he finally left. Or moved up or downstream. Not really sure, and dont really care. He was gone and it was back to a pleasant, but unproductive morning of wetting a line.
Not a single bite for me, and between 6-11 a.m. I saw 2 fish caught, heard of 4 others caught, and watched one guy get run from above the hatchery intake to the rapids down below, before it finally broke off. That fish was angry!
Giving this a 2, even with Mr. Jerk and no fish to bring home, because it was such an awesome morning to be on the river. I could see them all over from time to time, even saw them chasing jigs being retrieved a couple times, but they just weren't hungry, I guess. Moon was pretty close to full, and very bright on the drive from Graham, so that might have had something to do with it. Tried jigs, with and without prawns, some Rays eggs I was given, to no avail.
That's my story. And I'm sticking to it!
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