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Austin McPherson
One morning this summer, I was fortunate enough to be on a half-day wade trip instead of an 8 hours float trip. My two guests were both around my age and they had most likely signed up to get away from their parents while on vacation. It should have been easy, but…. Rewind to the day before: I was relaxing and having some drinks with friends. One Bloody Mary turned into three or four, which turned into a tequila shot or three, which turned into sitting on top of a mountain with a couple cases of beer. It was a lot of fun, but it quickly transitioned into zero fun the following day; I came down with the Brown Bottle Flu.
Back on the river, as I got everybody rigged up and put on my gear, my stomach turned on me. Damn, altitude. I pulled the trigger and puked right next to the truck. At this point, the two clients were a little concerned, and I told them it must be some 24-hour bug that’s going around. The rest of the day, while I pointed to fish, tied on flies, and untangled knots, I was constantly puking into the water and on the bank. It was not fun.
When I got back from the trip and I told this story to a couple guys, one of them said, “Hey man, you were cheating!”
“What are you talking about?” I said. “I was miserable out there.”
“Yeah, but you were chumming the fish up,” he says with a smile. Maybe, but it didn’t matter; my guests got skunked, and I got a hangover. I think I learned my lesson and will probably take it a little easier on days before I have a trip, so I don’t do any more “chumming.”
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