While fishing the Yellowstone river near Buffalo Ford many years ago, I witnessed a funny fishing situation. An Eddie Bauer type dude waded next to me, lit up a big cigar and began fishing. He had all new and spendy equipment, in fact the cork on his fly rod still had the plastic wrapper on it. He was loud and full of bravado. A hatch came on and the cutthroat were really on the bite. Most of us had nearly nonstop action, except for the dude. After about an hour of fishless effort and many fly changes the dude starts cussing and yelling about how stupid the cutthroats are. He breaks off his fly tosses it in the river and begins to turn to shore only to look back and see his fly be gulped down by a big cutthroat. He goes ballistic and breaks his rod over his knee and heaves it into the middle of the Yellowstone. I tried to snag it but never did.