To me, things are changing with the people in this world. It kind of seems like humans are becoming more selfish like, "I'm going to do what I want to do and not worry about anyone else". Perhaps, it is part of the evolving entitled attitude that this country is starting to change to, or maybe, it is spoiled little rich, brat kids that were never taught properly.
Or maybe it is just me and my thoughts are way off base. Quite possible.
I was raised to always think about the other guy. Even helping the other guy, when needed. Being born and raised in Forks, I learned to fish on the rivers on the Olympic Peninsula. For the longest time, you would maybe only see a boat or two while floating down a certain run of river but that all changed. Probably around the early to mid-eighties, you would always have boats, and sometimes, lots of boats to fish with and around.
My Father, who was a Steelhead guide, at one time, did the rowing and the teaching. He taught me to not offend anyone. When we passed a boat that was fishing, whether it was a guide or a fun fisherman, whether they were pulling plugs or drift fishing, if I had made a cast within a hundred yards below that other boat, I would get my butt chewed. It was their water that, obviously, they were headed to, and we had no right to fish it unless we wait behind them until they were finished with it.
Fast forward 30 years. My father is now 70 and I am 46. Neither of us have fished for steelhead for at least a decade. We were jaded and the fishing will never be the same. But the values, my Dad's rules, still are at the forefront with me when I fish.
Three years ago I started to fish for bass and fell in love with it. It holds a lot of similarities that steelhead fishing offers. You have to read the water, use the right gear, present the gear properly, and then the most fun part about fishing, to me, you have to feel the bite.
But, in my three years I have come across a couple of rude people, at least in my mind they are rude.
My example and story of poetic justice.
Yesterday me and the wifey got up at 4:35. Threw a lunch together and hit a local lake. We launched around 5:30 and right from the ramp we started throwing lipless crankbaits while moving toward a row of my all time favorite docks. My wife picked up a decent smallie, and when she did, we decided to try out another row of docks.
We fished a few docks, and then, from the ramp, here comes on of those one man, inflatable pontoon boats. The guy comes rowing right by us and never says a word. Goes by about 60 yards to the very next dock in line, and starts fishing. I said "You have got to be kidding me! Two boats on the entire lake and this guy has to fish right there!"
Well, we were at a pretty big dock so we kept fishing it but I was determined to not let this go. By the time we finished fishing this dock, this putz had moved on to the next dock, as well. I had every intent to avenge.
The guy stopped short of the next dock and was casting to the edge of it as we were nearing him. My wife kept fishing all along even though I thought it was useless. As we neared this guy, my wife casts out, literally, 15 feet from his little boat. The 1/2 ounce lipless hits with a big splash that startled the guy as he looked back.
I, for a second, thought back to the etiquette that had been instilled into me at a very young age and was thinking that I should tell my wife to reel up and not fish so close to that guy, even though I was P'O'd at this very guy for what he had done to us, but I could not think faster than a smallmouth grabbing a bait on the fall. In an instance my wife says " I got one"!
I was like "Yeah, right on!".
Now, I always feel that smallmouths are not usually big jumpers, at least not like a greenie, and many never jump, but this fish, fittingly, started jumping which worked out perfectly to us paying this guy back. He, most definitely, knew that we hooked a fish right out from under him and it felt good and it was almost like this bass was on our side and knew what was going on because he put on a show.
So, to conclude my longest internet post of my life, I will end it with this:
Maybe my thoughts are off base, but why, when you know somebody is working towards a spot or in a certain direction, would you totally interfere and cut them off? Is it that important to maybe get to your favorite dock first that you have to look like a fool in doing so? Is bass fishing that cut throat and I just don't know it? Is this the norm? In the past, when I encounter another boat, I go way, way around, or pull up and move to a new spot, is this wrong of me? Should I be an ass just in hopes to catch a fish before that other guy does?
The vindictive fish:
