The clouds weren't really this menacing...did a little messing around with the photo to add some dramatic effect.
Most of the folk we meet out on the water are friendly and exhibit some knowledge of fishing etiquette.
Not this person.
Val and I were fishing a section of the breakwater, catching striper after striper , which this person undoubtedly saw...so he came down the breakwater on his trolling motor until he was about 50 feet from us.
When I pointed out to him that he had gotten too close, all I got back was that he didn't care and he wasn't going to move.
This reminded me of three aphorisms:
• “Never get in a pissing contest with a skunk,”
• “Never try to teach manners to a baboon,” and
• “Never pass up an opportunity to keep your mouth closed.”
I took the suggestions offered by each of these maxims and we motored off to fish another area.
Just one of the rewards of fly fishing.