Thread: An etiquette question

They were just plain wrong, especially since they did it twice. They should've either fished behind you or asked you where you were planning on fishing so they would'nt get in your way. The distance thing depends on how crowded the area is, but the 100 yards Redge mentioned would be the minimum. Some people are just inconsiderate... I've been bass fishing before and had someone cast across the bow of my boat as they pulled in front of me.

Reaper I think it's only fair that Crappie Ciller gets blamed for any bad behavior displayed on the lake since he is out of the country and unable to defend himself.

Originally Posted by Racquet an

Reaper I think it's only fair that Crappie Ciller gets blamed for any bad behavior displayed on the lake since he is out of the country and unable to defend himself.

Y'all shouldn't pick on an absentee foreigner. Besides, CC might immigrate back to America some day, at least that's the rumor.

Years ago in Montana, there were two big guys in a boat, and they would intentionally come in and run into the bank lines. They did it only once with my buddy Big Al. He whistled a five ounce weight right between them. They said they were coming in to kick his #####. When he stood up and they saw his size, they left and never again swerved in trying to cut our lines.

Originally Posted by Bigskyfisherman

Y'all shouldn't pick on an absentee foreigner. Besides, CC might immigrate back to America some day, at least that's the rumor.

I believe this is karma in action dadgummit. When I was a kid, fishing sneak in ponds all the time I was the only one of our group who never ran when we saw the owner coming. I always figured they would go harder on me if I ran and then got caught so I hung around to shake bass off the stringer and face the music. When the farmer inevitably asked for my name I always said Dennis Sherwood sir. Dennis was usually one of the runners and his dad got a few calls. Took a while but I guess this little indiscretion has come back to bite me on the hindquarters! I imagine most of you have a similar tale of your misspent youth. Still plan on immigrating back to Green Country on Feb. 5, 2015. Sounds like I better learn some Philippine martial arts by then.

Originally Posted by Crappie ciller

When the farmer inevitably asked for my name I always said Dennis Sherwood sir. Dennis was usually one of the runners and his dad got a few calls.

I know Dennis, I would have said the same thing!