It's true. I do. There are many times when, under my breath, I'm rooting for the fish after that hook-up. I'll admit, when I'm guiding a type-A, know-it-all, he may just happen to find himself hoofing lead across a heavy current into a 30-m.p.h. headwind. And we may or may not get a good shot at that 24-inch rainbow that lives in a spot I know more intimately than my own underwear drawer.