Actually yeah they are often better, at least if they've been at it a while but not always. FWIW judging by his casting ability and the fact he hung up his fly on the bottom so much I think he was a neophyte inspired by the romantic ideal of a steelhead on the fly after decades of catching them on guts and jam dunked well down with a section of lead pipe. But don't take this seriously.
I do agree the Vedder is what is and what's to be done but go fishing or go elsewhere.
I've been on both ends now - virtually assaulted after moving into the water what I thought was a more than reasonable distance from a pair of anglers who were close enough to each other for a good long french kiss between each cast. One of the amorous pair then charged down the 70 feet or so between us chewing bile about "low holing fly fishing A** holes" ( and I must confess I feared for what was left of my virginity!) to fence post less than 2 feet from me and pop a cast dink float not 5 feet right in front of me. Well when I lost control of a few snap Ts propelling a well weighted intruder about both our ears he retreated back upstream to the safety of his clearly embarrassed life partner.
But I digress...both 'gentlemen' were well on in years, perhaps in the early stages of dementia which can effect the temper or cause a lack thereof.
Since that latter event and one other on the Judd road chum salmon conga line, I always ask first and have never been denied or had a bad experience.