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Originally Posted by Bwana
I've been there.
In fact, I have been on both ends of that story. I was making some sales calls in western Montana last year and knocked off at about three in the afternoon to try my luck on the river. I walked down about a mile and found a sweet slow moving piece of water and started fly fishing. I was there for about 5 minutes, had caught two fish and this ****weed guide, with a couple of slippery Larry's in a drift boat starts drifting into my hole.
Now keep in mind, this moron has "miles of river" to fish and he decides my hole is the cats ass. He stops on the outside of the hole and said guide and the slippery Larry's start casting in the hole. I went from zero to sixty in the pissed off department. I started casting at his head and managed to hook his hat and pull it off into the water. He starts running his mouth and I told him to dock his boat and we would "talk about it." I turned to the side, gave my Glock 20 three taps with my finger while still holstered and just smiled at him. I have never seen a guy row as fast as he did in my life. His arms and oars were going like hell with about every 4th stroke hitting the water.
I figured I would run into him at the boat area, but when I got down there, he had already loaded and hit the road. |
And probably left a wake that could be surfed.
But that’s a good example of why men need to take their boys fishing, to teach them some semblance of common courtesy and fishing etiquette.