Was fishing Greers Ferry Lake the year after the dam was completed. We got to a shoreline where almost every cast was rewarded with a bass. But all the action attracted two of Arkansas' finest, who motored up and asked to see our license. All was in order, until they decided to move on to check someone else. Their motor would not start. We tolled them across the lake with constant laughter about whether we would be doing this if we had been over the limit. They were embarrassed and we played it for all it was worth. By the time we got to the shore, the help they had radioed for took up where we left off. Everyone was laughing and enjoying the situation.