Last time we were there there was 4 guys from Montana running down the bank to get to "their" bully hole. We were just walking quickly downstream for a long way and then were going to fish for Cutts on the way back up. As we caught up to each guy in the line they gave us crap for running down the river. We told them our intention and that "their" bull trout were safe as we would be dry fly fishing. One guy just about came unglued that we would pass them. It was pretty funny/sad at the same time. We finally arrived at "their" destination at the same time as the lead angler, who sprinted to claim "their" hole. We laughed, wished him great luck with his 8wt and kept walking for another couple of miles. When we finally started fishing back upstream we didn't run into another angler all day. It was great. The next day we saw them in town at the grocery store. I so wanted to run up in front of one of the guys and take what ever item he was reaching for and run away.
Keep smilin' and don't let the jerks ruin your day