
He said he owned a stream. A stream with big trout in it. His plan was to charge a daily rod fee for the opportunity to fish in his stream with big trout in it. That was why he was in the fly shop. To see if we would advertise his stream and the trout. And the associated fee, of course.
I wasn’t authorized to make decisions on which other business ventures we endorsed in the shop. I was a college kid. I folded shirts, spooled up reels, and took people out to the parking lot to ooh and aah at their hero casts. What did and didn’t get pinned up on the bulletin board was above my pay grade.
What I could do, I told him, was show them to my manager when he was in. I’m sure that he had heard this before and saw it for the diversionary tactic that it was. So as I went into no-commitment mode he shifted into hard-sell mode. He asked me to come and check it out. I could fish any day I wanted to, and it would be on him. Then, he said, I could tell everyone about the big trout. Presumably, how the big trout would be worth the daily rod fee.
Promoting his business really wasn’t my decision. I wasn’t taking advantage of him. We were in an urban environment, so a half-hour drive for private fishing piqued my interest. Plus, my time wasn’t particularly valuable. And I wasn’t about turning down big trout. He didn’t seem too murdery, so I said yes.









