Eric is about 6 foot and a bunch. Although he is skinny as a post his grip will seriously affect your casting hand if you aren't careful. All those years rowing a drift boat will do that to you, I suppose. He has hair down past his shoulder blades, which he keeps in a ponytail under a combination doo rag and straw hat. He wets the doo rag in the river before tying it on. The open weave of the straw hat combined with the evaporating water from the doo rag is like his own personal swamp cooler. Or so he claims. Eric is 29, has a tattoo'd girlfriend, one of the smartest Labrador retrievers I've seen, likes extremely loud music, and fishing - his passion for each varies throughout the day. But he knows the river and the fish in it as well as any guide out there and better than most I'd say. His streamside manner is a little gruff for some folks but in my case I simply ignored him and did what I wanted. He'd get over it pretty quick. I think he accepted I had done a little trout fishing before, could keep my fly in the water without too many wind knots, and could even land a fish without him while he was helping the other guy. That was all fine with me. On the first day I told him just give me a clue what flies might be working and point to where I should fish and then leave me alone. And that was cool with Eric so we got along famously.