continuing with the theme ...

Saturday morning, fishing a "very large" tournament on a well known, highly populated public lake in Ntex. My buddy and i are on a mainlake point leading into a creek.
There is a rocky bank on the opposite point. when we start fishing there is a boat fishing that rocky bank. he leaves. another boat hits that rocky bank. he leaves. another boat hits that rocky bank.
Whole time we're fishing the opposite, non-rocky bank. We pick up the TM and run around the point, into the next creek.

Guy on the rocky point yells across the peninsula at us, calling us a number of choice 4-letter words, saying, from what i could tell that we "messed up his spot."

Then he says "Yeah B!+ch, I am talking to YOU!" - dude was very, very aggressive

--- what do you do?

a number of thoughts ran through my mind
#1 - first tournament, huh?
#2 - you think Tawakoni fish care about a boat-wake on rocks?
#3 - maybe the 4 guys who pounded that bank before you 'messed it up'

#4 moon him and tell him to eat chit and die in a tire fire.

you're growing on me 2bee'z. lol

Well it just depends on how big a boy you are, and him too

in my mind i am a big ole boy. and i didn't care how big a boy he was.

Put the GIG"EM curse on him, goes like this:
Hope you get spinal meningitis, your ahole draws up around your nose, you get the drizzling $hits and live to be a 1000 years old.

Throw 'em a bone and keep on fishing.

In your calmest voice just yell out...."easy there Rick Vandamnanelli" ......"nice jersey you and your boyfriend are wearing but if you want to fish the frog spawn you better find another rocky point to dance on cause I'll fight for this one like Davy Crockett fought for the Alamo".

Lol. I had about 100 thoughts go thru my head. and I damn-near twisted off on him.

However, i chose to ignore it, turned around and focused on the job at hand. In the next 300 yards we stuck a 5+ and a 2+. Doesn't sound like much, but it was a tough day, bites were at a premium.

lol - funny thing - we wanted nothing to do with that rock bank. Didn't fit the pattern we were on.
Far as i can tell he was just pizzed because we ran on pad 1000 yards across the mouth of a creek.

tie about 6-8 trebbel hooks ans cast at his face

i like the aggression RATZ - however they were 200+ yards on the other side of a peninsula.

Put on some Nipsey Hussle and start bustin caps. Or realize that fishing ain�t that serious.