Via MaineToday comes a story of fly fishing conversation etiquette. I think we all have met that guy...
"I caught a 22-inch rainbow yesterday," he offered, with nothing else. I could see he was waiting for me to, pardon the pun, take the bait.
He waited a few seconds, maybe 10, and took a quick puff of his cigarette.
"Not here, you know."
I just nodded, and he puffed again.
He then went into a long litany of where he'd been fishing, how many fish he'd caught and how long they all were. To hear him tell it, he'd filled an entire wall with trophy-sized mounts -- all from the last six days!
He caught a brown out of China Lake. "You know that's open, right?"
He caught splake by the bucketful near Bingham. "They're all, like, 15-24 inches up there."
And then there was the rainbow.
"Oh, they're biting all right. You just got to know where to go."