12-29-2012, 11:47 PM
One day at east canyon when half the res. of the Wasatch front were out fishing a group of guys thought I set up a little to close to them. Keep in mind I'm the guy who likes a lot of real estate to fish and really tries to respect peoples space. There literally wasn't a spot that day that you could fish without being twenty yards or so from another group. Plus who really gives a s%$# about planter rainbows.
Well these guys did because they start calling me on and dropping f bombs left and right. I'm 6'4" and 250 lbs. Not to much fat. But I'm about as mellow as they come so I just concentrate on fishing. Well my brother (6' 155 lbs) takes offense at their treatment of me. To make a long story short 10 minutes later my brother makes me stop fishing because one of the guys is out cold, one of them is painting the ice red and the other one is on the phone with the cops. Moral of the story. No matter how much of a badass you are there is always somone out there tuffer and meaner. That's why I always try to keep my mouth shut.
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Well these guys did because they start calling me on and dropping f bombs left and right. I'm 6'4" and 250 lbs. Not to much fat. But I'm about as mellow as they come so I just concentrate on fishing. Well my brother (6' 155 lbs) takes offense at their treatment of me. To make a long story short 10 minutes later my brother makes me stop fishing because one of the guys is out cold, one of them is painting the ice red and the other one is on the phone with the cops. Moral of the story. No matter how much of a badass you are there is always somone out there tuffer and meaner. That's why I always try to keep my mouth shut.
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