During our own lunch break we banked the canoe near a bridge with a small rock dam. I ate and looked for mushrooms. OC started wading and fishing, then disappeared. I heard him yell. He had a good-sized fish on. At that point, I had other fish to fry. I knew my buddy had intended that I solo paddle the gear-laden canoe across the current, avoiding the little dam & rocky rapids, swing under the far side of the bridge, then head downriver. I was feeling that the only ‘buggers’ weren’t in the fly boxes! I was alone with no mistakes to be made.
I ignored my friend’s yells and pondered. I got in the water, grabbed the rear of the canoe and began wading upriver, relieved that the soft riverbed was firm enough to hold me. About 35 yards upriver, I was in better position to safely paddle to the opposite side of the bridge. I remained tense, however, as I paddled under the bridge, seeing and hearing the rough patches of water on my left side.
Perhaps my buddy was, so to speak, starting to ‘push the baby bird out of its nest’. However, this chick was a bit miffed. After all, the nest was holding all of our camping/fishing gear. I let him know I was irritated but told him I didn’t know how much, as that was directly proportional to how tricky paddling the canoe directly across the current would’ve been & I didn’t have a clue.
At least irked to not care(very much) when he said the 22”er he’d had on broke off at the knot I’d tied, I simply asked him why those knots only seem to break when he had fish on my rod? However, soon after, it bothered me. I felt I’d tied a good knot & I’d checked it. The only black and orange Guinea Bugger I’d tied was gone with the fish, too. I’d had a good feeling about that fly. Later, OC lost 2 more fish and one was at his knot. The leader was replaced.