Sometimes, when I am guiding, and the sport I am with is particularly arrogant, or disrespectful of the river and the resource, and they look at it all as a numbers game, it bums me out. Sometimes, when that person is hooked up on a big trout, and they're fist-pumping and whooping it up, when the trout happens to spit the fly, I'm not bummed. I'm happy. Nobody knows the difference. But if they do, and it digs into my tip at the end of the day, I really don't care.