The skunk didn't work out but it felt good to get back to the casting. Mike was not used to taking orders from his peers but Chick was a good teacher and could read his customers better than most guides. Mike was a good fly fisherman; he knew the water but had been away for a while and needed a little coaching. Two bucks sat forty feet downstream fisher's right and with a new fly, Mike got two rises out of them. He was working some sort of snake roll though, getting more and more frustrated with each cast and Chick sat back and shut his mouth. It was only a matter of time before one of Mike's casts fell apart spectacularly. Chick waited patiently, and finally, one did.
"Tell me. What the hell was wrong with that?" Mike asked, throwing up his hands in frustration.
Chick laughed and gave him the honest answer,
"Any number of things…"
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