Well.. you guys might like this then.
A couple of weeks ago my Dad(83) and I were fishing on Toledo Bend along a submerged tree line on a channel. There are buoys marking the channel.
However when the wind blows the markers move a few feet with the direction of the wind.
A "bozo" with a PWC was buzzing us, giving us lip about hogging the channel. He sprayed us twice on purpose. Which really pissed me off since my Dad was with me.
Anyway, I knew there were some stumps right where bozo was flying by us. He obviously didn't understand the concept of the buoys being inaccurate on a windy day.
Sure enough, just as "bozo the PWC azzhole" came by for another pass to spray us again, he slammed into one of the stumps!! Haha!!
He looked like a cartoon as his PWC stopped and he flew about 50 feet beyond the stump like a rag doll! It was like God made a special effort to entertain us that day.
Anyway, while laughing my azz off.. I asked him if he was ok. He was po'd and screamed "Yeah! But my ride is messed up bad!"
I said "ok then" and left him there. I called for help on the cell phone of course but I didn't let him know that. We just giggled while he was freaking out about being left behind floating in his life vest.
It was a glorious day, caught some fish too.
