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 This
day of fishing was so unique it needs to be spoken about just to give a
few of you an idea of what can happen during an average day of fishing
with a Badhabitfishing.com member. Anyone who has ever fished with one of
us or has been around to hear the stories, knows that for some odd reason
crazy, bizarre events seem to take place. Some times these events are as
a result of our own doing but sometimes they are the result of
confrontations with the splendid variety of people we encounter in our
area.
The following events of this article
are entirely true and all happened in a single day of fishing. Typically
only one good story or a couple brief laughs can come out of every outing
but on this occasion, a list of events began to be generated. So, here
goes… J
Casey and I set out to fish one morning on our
beloved Fox Chain of Lakes. To start things off, the first spot we
visited was a channel at about seven o’clock. We were quietly minding our
own business amidst the quiet stillness of the morning when suddenly a
loud voice thundered from behind us. A local resident came storming down
his lawn holding a camera yelling to us, “Are you just ignorant or are you
trying to piss me off!?!” Immediately we were as much confused as
surprised. Apparently this gentleman was not happy with us fishing the
public water that touches his land. So after taking our picture and
explaining to us how he is able to own water that is also owned by the
state for public access, we moved out of his area. Not that this was a
very huge deal to us but it just gets irritating sometimes when people
think they are in the right but are really absolute morons.
Following that adventure we decided
to fish out in the main lake. So we began to fish a main lake weedline.
Since we were about 200 feet from shore, that put us about 50 feet from
the nearest slow-no-wake buoy. There we were minding our own business far
from anyone’s “privately owned public water” when a ski boat drives past
us about 20 feet away. Mind you, this superbly intelligent
pleasure-boater had the rest of the lake to ski on since it was only about
nine o’clock and the weekend boat-traffic hadn’t even begun yet. This
event irritated us and caused us to slander their family name under our
breathes. But the event that immediately followed really caused the lids
to pop off of our pork rinds. This husband and wife team obviously fell
from the stupid tree and hit every branch on their way down because they
turned around and drove right past us in the exact same spot. The first
pass was bad enough but then to return right past us again did not sit
well with these two chaps. Since the husband was skiing and only his wife
was in the boat driving him we decided to make our little report known to
the Sheriff. For not only were these two inbred fools driving dangerously
close to fisherman, they continued to swerve in and out of slow-no-wake
buoys. We were pleased to see a Sheriff’s boat respond to the area about
twenty minutes later.
It was about this time in the morning
when my partner and I looked at each other in disgust about the people we
had been encountering on our peaceful fishing day. Little did we know
that our day had only begun.
We had just gotten over our
frustration at the level of human competence we had encountered so far,
when we moved in from the weedline and began fishing a mainlake
shoreline. We kept our boat about 10-20 feet from the tips of piers as we
were casting towards them as well as various shoreline structure. The
time is now about 11 a.m. when the silence of a calm summer morning is
ripped apart by the growls of a man standing on his shoreline, about to
walk out on his pier. Somewhere from the shoreline we hear, “Do you see
this flag…(as the old gentleman points at his shoreline flagpole)…it
stands for Marine Corps, so keep moving!” Immediately my partner and I
are confused because not only had we approached the shoreline moving along
with the trolling motor, but we had not even dropped anchor which would
therefore give the impression that there was no time in the near future
when we would cease to “keep moving”. Our reply was, “Sir, we just got
here and will be moving along shortly.” Apparently these words came
across as the most offensive thing anyone had ever said to the old bull.
This guy then tears off at us storming down his pier asking us to join him
for a talk.
Through our brief dialogue with this
psychotic hot-head it turns out he found a fisherman’s hook somewhere on
his pier and has since hated all fisherman. It was not even as though we
were on or physically touching his pier. Still, he wanted to advertise
that since he served at one time for the United States Marine Corps that
we would be more threatened by him and more willing to listen to his
irrational demands of vacating the “public” water in front of his private
residence. Our closing remark to spite this agent orange victim was,
“Sir, this is a free country, you have fought to keep it that way, and for
that reason, we are able to fish out here on this public lake today. So
just go back to drinking or whatever it was before you saw us and have a
nice life sir.”
“You have got to be kidding me!” Was
proclaimed from one of us right about now as we looked at each other and
laughed in disbelief about the morning we were having so far. After the
first two events we were more irritated and surprised than anything else,
but now it was starting to get pretty funny actually.
J
The time was now about 12:30 p.m. so
by now we are starting to get a bit of an attitude with these people out
here. So when this next event happened we just gave it right back. We
were fishing through a bridge. The bridge has three passageways, the
middle being the largest and big enough for two boats. We were staying to
the right as we are supposed to but were using the trolling motor to fish
up to and through the bridge. Now mind you that a bridge is not much more
than a few car widths wide as it allows for two lanes of traffic to pass
over a waterway. With this in mind, it is very easy for me to describe to
you that if you were on one side, you would have no difficulty seeing
through to the other side in case another boat was coming towards you. We
were obviously blocking the right passageway but the much bigger
double-wide middle portion of the bridge was wide open and no one was
coming the other way. Yet still with our luck a pleasant pleasure-boater
comes up from behind us desiring to pass through the bridge. We were
slowly fishing on the right side so he would have to pass through the very
legal and very wide-open middle passageway. This guy must have been from
the same gene pool as other people we had already had the pleasure of
meeting that day because he decides to beep his horn at us, raise his
hands, and yell at us for blocking his way.
Had he been the first person we
encountered that day, we might not have even said anything but by this
time, things were getting hilariously ridiculous. So we pointed to, again
the very LEGAL and very WIDE-OPEN middle passageway. Followed by an
exchange of several choice words as he passed us. Since there are a
variety of nationalities in our area we could not be certain what
background this bloke was from which is why we opted for some
international signs to express our displeasure over the situation.
J
Amazing isn’t it that all of these
people and all of these encounters not only happened to us while we were
doing nothing wrong or illegal, but all on the same day of fishing. We
just could not believe what had happened to us and so were to the point of
laughing every time we brought up another one of our engagements of that
day
The finale came as a result of simple
biology. Two men on a boat, fishing on a summer day, drinking plenty of
water yields the inevitable necessity to expel waste from our bodies. So
during the last half hour of our day, we were fishing a last shoreline
when one of us knelt in the bottom of the boat to empty waste into an
onboard receptacle. The shoreline we were fishing was fairly steep and so
the houses were set back and high from the water so it wasn’t like we were
right in front of someone’s window. Yet after the evacuation was complete
a woman’s voice bellows from somewhere inside a house, “Thank you very
much! That was a great show!” Immediately our boat was filled with a
resounding laughter. What a way to end such an amazingly unique day of
fishing. It was the perfect culminating event after all of the friends we
made out on the water that day.
So like I said, fishing with one
Badhabitfishing.com member will always yield some kind of adventure. But,
when you put two Badhabitfishing.com members together, there is no telling
what will happen. Especially when mixed with the “rare breed” of people
that can be found on the majestic Fox Chain of Lakes. |
