Only time I’ve ever really been “angry” fishing was in the Smoky Mtns...Trout fishing in a stream when about 10 “tubers” come floating down, kicking, yelling, splashing to all get out...The trout were darting, scrambling everywhere, scared to death...
One “tuber” asked me, “Having any luck?”
I said, “Well, I was.....until y’all came along.....”
He gave me a bewildered look and floated on off....