Far too many people these days just don't get it. I was on the Big Hole one day and worked my way across the far rock-strewn bank to the prime fishing area. It was 20 minutes or so of really arduous work. I sidled into position, worked out some line, and as I was about to cast, PLOP! A large Mepps spinner was lobbed all the way from across the river by some guy who had just gotten there. Well, I waved my arms and made all sorts of juvenile demonstrations both visible and verbal to no avail. The pia just kept on casting. I must say he was pretty good; he never once missed the spot I had worked so hard to reach. The traditions and etiquette of the sport just aren't being handed off the way they once were.
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