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I read this thread in its entirety. I decided I just had to offer my own two cents.
I personally have never run into any divers while fishing so I am unable to verbally bash them here. I would read them the riot act right on the spot while they were in the act of messing up my little piece of fishing paradise. Now, you pro divers might not agree with that, be patient and read on. By telling them what you expect right off you are actually doing them a favor. You are making them understand that the water belongs to everyone. Hopefully they will be more aware of that fact in the future, possibly avioding an unpleasant confrontation in the future with another fisherman. If I were a diver I would have great respect for the 8/0 Gamagatsu Octopus hooks I use.
My main beef is with two other groups, surfers and some (not all), boat fishermen. The old adage, it only takes a few to ruin it for everyone, comes to mind.
Two instances occured this past summer. The first was with an inconsiderate fisherman in a boat. I was fishing a clam from shore. He was trolling far too close to shore. Despite my waiving arms, vocalizing my displeasure, he ignored me and hooked my line.
I proceeded to reel his gear to shore and promptly cut his line. I yelled to him, thanking him for the new lure. He was furious, cursing to his buddy about how he was going to kick my a$$ and such when he got to shore. I don't think he thought I could hear all of what he was saying. I gladly offered to return his lure to him if he had the balls to come back. He whipped his boat around and headed my way. By the time he arrived he was quite sorry for what happened. I figure the foot in height and 150 lbs. I had on him might have swayed his attitude. Lesson learned via. what I call shock therapy.
The surfer thing happened this past September. The surf was huge and the fishing was great. It wasn't like the twenty yards of water I was occupying was the only place to surf. There was still another SEVEN MILES of water on both sides of me that was free of fishermen. I just sat there for a while watching the two surfers screw up my little piece of paradise. My yelling and waiving arms were ignored. At one time one of the surfers actually gave me the finger. That is when I went into shock therapy mode again. I reeled my gear in and removed the hook and bait, replacing them with a 6 oz. pyramid sinker. I needed the extra weight for casting distance. While they were floating along waiting for a wave I was casting to their general direction. It only took a couple of casts to get the proper range. One got up on a wave and surfed right into my line getting it wrapped around his leg. You should have seen the look on his face when he realized I was reeling him in to shore. He had no idea there was no hook on the line. They moved on shortly thereafter.
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