Jane Blow fishing River Nunya |
I pulled up to East End on the Yellowstone with two of my longtime clients and began rigging rods for the day. We were the first at the launch and were surprised when another guide rig pulled up and even more surprised when he pulled in front of me and launched his boat. There is a thing known as "guide etiquette". I was absolutely shocked as well as my clients. Did this Jack ass really just jump in front of me?
He pulled his rig up and out of the launch and drove away to park his rig for the shuttle people. My team was rigged and ready to go so they walked to the launch while I backed my rig in and unloaded my boat. I backed in and realized this guy wasn't even ready to go yet. I decided to play it cool, kill the D Bag with kindness and make small talk. I had been fishing this stretch a lot lately and been killin' it with streamers for some ginormous Yellowstone pre spawn browns,. "I asked the guide (who's name shall remaain not mentioned) where he had been fishing recently" He replied, "River Nunya". I asked, "where"? He replied, "None ya fucking business". Ok, so much for networking with this asshole.
Later that afternoon we met up again on the river when D Bag's client asked what we were using because everytime we passed them, my boat was doubled up with rods bent. I smiled and graciously said "nunya fucking buiness". This is a true story in the new book, Montana Hold 'Em ready to be published after a little refinement. As the Montana fishing season begins to wind down, I've had the great pleasure of connecting with some of my former guides and listening to stories worthy of a place in their own book.