Fishing is almost becoming a contact sport
Went to one of my favorite haunts after I got off of a charter boat trip monday. I had been promising to take my buddy there for quite sometime. The charter was out of Falmouth to give you an idea of where I was. After arriving at this spot I decided I had enough time to get my waders on and wade out to a favorite little spot of mine. Thier was another gentleman fishing the area. He is a regular there. He was setup so he was fishing in between two bars hoping to catch fish swimming the trough. I waded out and when he saw me coming he moved to his right to kind of block my way onto sandbar. He started giving me the business to which I replied in using a word that I cannot print here. My reply to him was very brief so as not to encourage him further. His main objection to where I waded to his right and much farther out than he was capable of wading because of his height was that I would be catching fish that he should be allowed to catch and probably would not because I was fishing up on a bar about 150' further than he. He made several casts to within a few feet of me with his metal lure, purposely. I did not reply in kind. I just started casting and catching to which he became more pissed off I asssume. He then moved directly behind me casting by me to my right and left hoping to catch some trailing bluefish. He wasn't pissed because I was fishing to close to him. I started out about 125' to 150' away until he moved behind me. He was pissed because he thought he should be catching the fish swimming down between the sandbars. This guy is a regular there. He wades out with two floating baskets attached to his waist. He appears to take every fish he catches as far as bluefish are concerned. Maybe more than allowed, but that is for another day. I think he considers the area his own. He generally doesn't fish where I fish this particular spot. He fishes way over to the right. When the tide got to high after about twenty minutes of fishing I waded right by him about five feet away and he wouldn't look at me. I dont think he realized that the guy who waded out about two feet over was my buddy. My buddy couldn't believe what the guy was doing. Does anybody think I should have blasted some tin back at him? I think if this guy is there the next time I'll load up with a Kastmaster and wade right in on top of him. I was proud of myself that I didn't let this get to me. My self control has come a long way.
Last edited by Swimmer; 06-07-2006 at 09:11 PM..
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