so there I was, enjoying a beauty of an afternoon on a quiet trib with the step dad...fishing's great and we're having a great time...we come up around the bend to see a guy and his girlfriend fishing the next hole so we pull up our lines and head over to shoot the breeze...all good until i ask what he's using (i ask cuz he's spinnin and not reeling...bad sign here)....he says he's using salmon eggs and marshmallows...so i look at my dad, and i can see that look in his eyes that we fly fishers get when somethings awry on our stream...i ask the guy if he knows the regulations on the river and he just suddenly snaps, talking a blue streak about his rights and stuff and then has the nerve to tell me to go back into the bushes and my dad i to go f*** ourselves...i should've just walked away and called the CO's but no, i got mad and ended up getting into a shoving match with the guy...dad goes in to break it up and the guy's girlfriend starts beaking...she throws a rock but lousy aim...after some more arguing and shoving, my dad and i start walking away to make some phone calls and a rock glances off my shoulder...i'm about to turn around to confront them again when i spot his salmon eggs in their glass jar at my feet....i pick em up and just turn around and bean the guy right in the melon with it...he goes down and blood starts pouring...we start to leave and as we walked away, i heard threats of charges, etc...funny how good days can just go so bad so quick eh?...probably not the best way i could've handled it but oh well...