03-11-2003, 01:13 AM
[cool]Great report. I think you are on to something. But, Grasshopper, you will soon learn that the joy of floatation fishing is also sometimes the agony. Because we are perceived by boaters as indigent anglers who can't afford boats, and who know little about fishing, they think we are fair game for whatever kind of harrassment they can think up.
You're going to have to practice up on your casting, if you wanna join the Tube Dude hall of fame. You gotta haul at least one person off their PWC before you are eligible for indoctrination. I hooked several, but got one guy right around the wrists and he dumped...big time. He hollered some vile threats and I offered two suggestions. One was to help him to the shore, where we could have a good "two handed conversation". The other was to flag down a patrol boat and help him explain how he got close enough to get tangled in my line, when there was a 150 foot barrier for all watercraft. He declined both offers.
As you tube around the shoreline, early in the morning, keep your eyes out for old lures that have floated in, or are snagged on brush. Salvage them and rig them on your special PWC outfit. Wait until a PWC or skier appears to be headed in your direction and then pick up the special rig. Pretend you do not see the funloving folks until they are within easy target range, Then let er rip and hang onto your rod.
I once had the ultimate opportunity for "getting mine". On Patagonia Lake, in Southern AZ, I was being buzzed by a big yellow ski boat with two heavily drinking idiots at the helm. Up and down the lake they went, coming closer and closer to me each pass. Discretion is the better part of cowardice so I got out and went to report them to the patrol. Just as I got to the marina, the yellow boat came in, being towed because it had run out of fuel. Just as the beer can laden craft edged up to the dock, I leaped aboard and started throwing everything I could lift or rip loose into the water...including the driver...who was about half my size, and wet his pants. The rangers showed up just in time to keep me out of jail. There were several others there to back up my complaint and the drunks got some nice tickets.
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You're going to have to practice up on your casting, if you wanna join the Tube Dude hall of fame. You gotta haul at least one person off their PWC before you are eligible for indoctrination. I hooked several, but got one guy right around the wrists and he dumped...big time. He hollered some vile threats and I offered two suggestions. One was to help him to the shore, where we could have a good "two handed conversation". The other was to flag down a patrol boat and help him explain how he got close enough to get tangled in my line, when there was a 150 foot barrier for all watercraft. He declined both offers.
As you tube around the shoreline, early in the morning, keep your eyes out for old lures that have floated in, or are snagged on brush. Salvage them and rig them on your special PWC outfit. Wait until a PWC or skier appears to be headed in your direction and then pick up the special rig. Pretend you do not see the funloving folks until they are within easy target range, Then let er rip and hang onto your rod.
I once had the ultimate opportunity for "getting mine". On Patagonia Lake, in Southern AZ, I was being buzzed by a big yellow ski boat with two heavily drinking idiots at the helm. Up and down the lake they went, coming closer and closer to me each pass. Discretion is the better part of cowardice so I got out and went to report them to the patrol. Just as I got to the marina, the yellow boat came in, being towed because it had run out of fuel. Just as the beer can laden craft edged up to the dock, I leaped aboard and started throwing everything I could lift or rip loose into the water...including the driver...who was about half my size, and wet his pants. The rangers showed up just in time to keep me out of jail. There were several others there to back up my complaint and the drunks got some nice tickets.
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