Steve, I'll try the acetone. Hopefully it will work.
It isn't even just the graffiti. Maybe I have a little too much pride in the places I fish. It seems like the regulars are always picking up junk left behind by others. In the Marina area where I used to fish, the town was even nice enough to put up mesh trash baskets that clamp to light poles and stuff. You see people, grown adults too, cut a piece of line and just drop it. Open a package of something and let the wrappers fly not even 20 feet from a trash bin. And then as I walk the beach, I find those silvery balloons, condoms, beverage cans, toys, styrofoam cups, and god only knows what else along the shore. We've been blessed being allowed to live near water, nevermind the ocean. You know there are people that never get to see the ocean? When I get married or locked in the looney bin(that's a joke I hope <img src="/Images/Tounge_Wink_Face.gif"><!--e5-->), I better be near the water. I couldn't imagine being away from it. It's a second home to me, my best friend, my labratory, inspirations, dreams, hopes, prayers and things keep going that way on the internet, the only witness to my death as well. <img src="/Images/TooHappy.gif"><!--e13-->