I actually went to the river this morning to catch fish.
I caught branches and lost flies (sorry Alan). I couldn't get the line tied because my fingers were cold.
Then across the road I saw another fly-fisherman. He was leaving so I wanted to catch him before he left to ask him a question. As I pulled along side of his car I asked him how it was going and he said that he had some success. He saw that I was frustrated and asked how I did and I couldn't lie. I told him I was frustrated trying to attach the tippet and leader with cold hands. He told me to pull over and he would show me.
After getting out of the car, I noticed that he was cleaning out a couple of rainbows. He introduced himself and showed me how to quickly get the lines attached to one another. After he left, I saw another guy but he wasn't fly-fishing. He did have a couple of rainbows to show for his efforts.
I was anxious as a cat with a long tail in a room full of rocking chairs to get fishing. It showed because I was making mistakes, getting frustrated and getting ready to leave. I settled down eventually and started casting better but still no success.
Another fisherman showed up with a fly rod and a spinner rod. He started with the spinner rod with a worm and within five minutes he pulled a rainbow out of the water. I was so @#^% mad.
Of course another guy comes by and asks how I was doing. He asked me what I had on the line and I told him a dry fly. He said it isn't time for flies and I should be using a nymph. When he left the guy who was using the spinner rod said that flies are fine. Now not only am I frustrated but I am filled with doubt.
I continued to fish for another hour or so with no luck.
I may head back there tonight but if I don't I will be back eventually (bent but not broken).