Was fishing a long pool on the Snoqualmie, and this gear guy jumps in about 20 yds down from me. I figure he's hitting his hole and he'll bail. He doesn't. He waits until I work down uncomfortably close to him, goes back to shore to pick up his coffee cup, goes twenty yards down and starts again. So I decide I'm going to have a little fun. I start fishing faster. Once again he moves. I speed up some more, he moves again, but this time he leaves his coffee behind (aka litters). Next time he moves I take half as many steps as he does while his back is turned. He's stunned that I'm so close a couple minutes later as the floating portion of my line drifts into his field of view. Every time He moves while looking downstream, I repeat my downstream slide. Poor guy just doesn't understand why he keeps moving greater distances, yet he still only has a couple minutes of fishing time before moving again. High point was when I picked his pocket and hooked up right in front of him. I worked the fish upstream, loosening my drag and exaggerating my efforts to make it look like big moe. With my back to him I gently slide the barbeless hook out of the dorsal fin of the Sucker I foul hooked and returned it to the river. As I walked down past him I shook my head with a big smile on my face and said "man, they really are the king of gamefish, aren't they? You been hooking up lately?" and proceeded to have a pleasant conversation about where fish have been and haven't been lately. It was a good day...