We were staying at a lodge and were forced to use the guides provided by the lodge. Two of the lodge guides were great guys who figgured out where the fish were holding and gave good service. The third was an abusive alcoholic that hated his life and job and did his best to make the experience as unpleasant as he possibly could for us. He had two mantras that he kept repeating, "A guide has a plan. He fishes his clients according to that plan." The second, "Don't piss off the guide". During camp, he intentionally burned our steaks on one side and left them raw on the other because we requested them well done. He rowed so close behind a wading angler that even when he shipped oars, the poor angler had to duck to avoid being hit. He continually crashed the boat into holding fish, parking the boat where we should have been fishing. He kept blowing foul cigar smoke in our direction. He smacked us in the back with the oars as he rowed. He nearly threw us out of the boat a few times when he crashed into rocks. He got drunk in camp. He bailed out of the boat, left the oars swinging ang bashed my friend in the head. On the last day, he decided that I had caught too many fish and determined that I was not to catch any more. He put me on frog water all morning and when he finally gave me a decent run in the afternoon, he rowed the boat thru it. When I managed to accidently catch a fish on the reel up, he got angry. Later, he put me on the worst water that he could find and put my friend on a good run. When my friend caught a fish and the guide went to net it, I hurried down stream to some more promising water and hooked my biggest Steelhead of the trip. This infuriated him. He came down swearing ar me and barking instructions, demanding that I fight that fish in every way that I know would have made me lose it such as tighten the drag, point the rod at the fish, ridiculous things like that. As I brought the fish in, he made three swings at it with the cradle net trying to knock it off the hook, but he failed and when the fish rolled over, he was forced to net him.
"You've got your 40 incher." He said. "Well over 20 pounds." I watched as he taped him and indeed the tail was just beyond the 40 inch mark. He told me to remove the hook and then he did something that I have never heard of before, he said, "I'm going to take the first picture with your fish." As I moved in to get in the picture, he dropped the net and shoved the fishes tail thru to freedom before my friend could take a picture. Them he turned and looked at me with a sneer on his face!
I did not say a word. I composed myself. I kept telling myself that I was in Canada, and we rowed to the take out and returned to the lodge in silence.
That night at dinner, we said nothing and after dinner as I packed for the trip home, I heard him say, "I'm going to say goodbye to Craig." I met him half way up the stairs. His parting words to me were, "You needed to be knocked down a peg or two."
Needless to say, I registered a complaint with the lodge owner who assured me that he would deal with the problem.