I find myself in quite the conundrum. I fished the South Holston yesterday with a couple of other guides from the shop. Weather was cold and gray but fish were hitting the top, and every once in a while, with a 15′ 7X leader they might even give the old Comparadun a nosh. Catching was by no means fast and furious but I did catch my fair share of butter and bows (you gotta start fishing soft hackles on tailwaters if you don’t already…trust me I know of what I speak). The same cannot be said for my aforementioned fishing companions…and this is where my conundrum rests. The ride home was a confusing emotional trip, the likes of which I haven’t experienced since I clumsily groped my first booby. On one hand I felt like an asshole for savoring a day well fished, and on the other stinky palm rested feelings of school girl giddiness due to the fact that I out fished two of my professional peers. I have been on the other end of this scenario more times than I would care to admit, and always remember thinking, “That smug fish catching asshole”. This sentiment held true whether the fish catching asshole in question was quiet about his day or if he was calling everyone we knew to shout about my ineptitude from the mountain tops. My question is, in this situation if I’m gonna be labeled a smug asshole no matter what I do, shouldn’t I just go ahead and wrap myself in smug assholiness, like a cheetah print Snuggy, and really live it up?
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– Nymph-o