Can't complain about the pre-dawn light show, however.
Providing you didn't want to see the softball again....
Not a big fish but still a handfull on light tackle.
This gentlemen came flying up to our boat at flank speed, saw that Val and I each had a fish on, and promptly tossed over his anchor and began casting into the area we were fishing.
It wasn't as though the reef was crowded. We were the only boat fishing the Middleground at that time...the rest of the whole bloody reef was available for him to fish.
I suggested to him that perhaps he was a bit close, but he clearly didn't care what my opinion was on that subject.
Some boaters seem to have no clue about fishing etiquette.
Perhaps he also pushes into waiting lines in front of old ladies?