The morning of our appointed day promises to be warm and sunny. The Pink salmon are just showing up in good numbers. The guide has guarded optimism. Harold drives up in his new Mercedes, and Sheila and he climb out for introductions. Harold is doing all the talking.
People have a vast arrays of agendas when they come fishing.
Sometimes it's to catch that first steelhead, others it's to simply mellow out from the intensity of the workplace. In this case, Dr. Harold had a mission. Hook his wife on flyfishing trips, so he could spend more of his leisure time doing it, without having to justify or feel bad about it. This woman didn't marry him by being stupid. I swallowed hard.