It’s a mistake anyone could have made (though frankly, I wouldn’t, but I’m the dark, suspicious type). Pete from the Fishing Jones blog met a guy on a plane, split a guide with the guy, and had the whole day to regret it:

We wound up on the same shuttle going to the same hotel. He asked how I planned to fish. By kayak. He patted his gut and said that wasn’t for him. Then he dropped the hammer, Would I like to split a fishing guide? Don’t do it, I thought. But the idea of tapping into some local knowledge at half price gained momentum.

I let Fatty take the bow first. His idea, after all. We’d trade off after each legitimate shot, hookset or no. We came across a school of bonito. Get me closer, Fatty yelled. Cast, the guide yelled back. So he did, making several false casts to execute a perfectly fine loop that unfurled his fly after 20 feet. About 30 feet too short. Closer, he yelled again, get me closer.

The bonito disappeared. Not a legitimate shot, said Fatty, since we didn’t get close enough.

The day didn’t get any better, but you can read all about it at Fishing Jones. The moral? Trust no one…

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