"Just two? I got four today," says the fisherman in hip boots. By now he is on the opposite side of the creek, still walking and tossing the spinner. One cast lands 3 feet to my right but incredibly misses snagging my line. "Oop! Make that five," he says, as a little rainbow splashes the surface. He reels in the trout, puts it on a chain stringer, then kneels down and guts it with a long knife.