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A few years ago I was fishing Southwest Ledge. We had just passed over a spot and got a 35 pounder on eels. When a charter Captain set on top of my drift. I thought no big deal he will drift over the hole then I drive around and drift over it too. As I drove around him he and his crew tried to wave me off. I ignored them and set right where I needed to be. It was a dark and snotty around dusk on a Sunday night. He powered up and came roaring at me aiming foramidships, and then just missed my stern. I was in a 24-foot center console, he was in a 40-foot sports fishing boat. He charters were horrified. He stopped about 30 yards above me. I flipped out and starting screaming at him. My buddy grabbed the gaff and I got the flare gun and then I drove my boat right up to his side and called him every name in the book. I then told him I had friends in the area and we would all kick his ass. If he wanted trouble. He took off for points unknown. I asked around and found out he was from the Cape and had a rep as a tough guy. More like a douche bag to me. I will gladly share his name if you want to know PM me. Those that know me would agree that I am not a voilent person or some sort of hard ass. I think that fear motivated me to act that way. I am not proud of my actions, It would have been better to just report the incident to the Coast Guard and drive away.
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