[Swimmer]

Several years ago I met the only person I could classify as an A&%$$*e that I had a problem with since 1973 while fishing on the Vineyard at Gay Head one night.

I am sitting on the beach minding my own business, fishing property I had permission to fish on and park on. After a couple of hours a Jeep wagoneer comes up over the dune and comes to a stopp about 20' away. There are two guys in the front seat. Driver gets out and plants his rod two feet from where my rod was sitting in the spike. He looks at me and says this is my spot. He was more than little drunk. I don't move. This goes on for two hours or so. Guy keeps giving me chit waiting for something to happen. I exchange no conversation whatsoever with the jerk. His rod tip breaks off. He has the nerve to ask me for tip glue. My answer was the only time we exchanged words. My answer was brief. It was f***, well you know the other word.

Then a skunk walks up to my bait, which is a bout a foot from where I am sitting. I bolt to my left without looking and mow down the jerk. Knocked him on his keister. His buddy starts laughing at him. He didn't feel to good after I mowed him down and he and his buddy left a short time later.

It is this incident by which I judge all others. The rest of them have been mild in comparison.

I checked on who/what he was after that. I in fact did see his truck one day, later on.