True Story you have to read!!!

Hey Salty you act like thats your job or something LOL HAHAHA You going to come and fish Saturday at nolin in the open

[QUOTE=elnutsmalljaws;385077]Knock on his door and ask him was he at the Flying J a couple of springs ago when he smarted off to elnut and threated to flatten the tires on his boat trailer.[/QUOTE]

Hey woody, have you been to the J again??? You guys HAVE to leave the elderly alone. I was doing good till i read your post, nows there Mt Dew on my moniter!!!!

[QUOTE=elnutsmalljaws;385077]Knock on his door and ask him was he at the Flying J a couple of springs ago when he smarted off to elnut and threated to flatten the tires on his boat trailer.[/QUOTE]

that is still one of the best stories that has ever been posted on fishin.com, elnut!

i just started giggling sitting here in my chair remembering that post.

[QUOTE=redneckshadrap;385101]Remember one thing...old age and treachery outduels youth and skill.[/QUOTE]

Did anyone stop and think that the lake may have been under restrictions by a Homeowners Association? If so, that may change the argument. I'm not taking sides but I have lived in a community with a homeowners association and it can be a pain in the rear. The president of our HOA acted as if he owned every home and every foot of land in the community. I had many arguments with him and even ran him off my property. The old goat died a couple of years ago and if I could find his grave I would definitely pee on it.

[QUOTE=wishniwasfishn;385050]My sister has a pond in her subdivision thats about 10 acres, and is surronded by homes, my sons girlfriends Mom owns one of the homes right on the water, so I thought I would give it a try, and make a few cast. I recieved permission to fish on her property, and the property next door to her. Started fishing, and catching some nice quality bass, so I slowly made my way down the bank, as I am fishing some old man, about 80 years old walks onto the property I was fishing, and looks at me and says, "if you step foot on my property, I will call the cops and have you put in jail" which I reply nicely, I am not on your property, nor was I going to get on your property without permission, which he in returns calls me a prick, and walks off. I get to the end of the property I was fishing, which is next to the 80 year old mans property, and start casting out into the lake, he again walks out to me, and tells me that I cannot cast out into the pond where his property is, I once again told him nicely, I am not on your property, and you do not own the water. He calls me a prick again, and walks off, well where I am standing is shallow end of this pond, and I whack 3 really nice fish, 2-3lbs each, and yell down at my son to come down to this end, and fish with me, he is 16 and loves to fish, so he comes down, and catches one, so we continue to fish at this end, and out comes the old man with his pole, he cast out right in front of us, his pole has a bobber on it, but no lure, stands there, tells me I dont know why you pricks have to fish at this end, I do my best to ignore him, and actually ask him if he needs a lure for his pole, he tells me I aint fishing you pricks, I am just blocking you from fishing my water. I could not take it anymore, I told him in so many words what I thought of him, and didnt appreciate his language around my son, this old man grabs his pole and acts like he is going to swing it at me, I told him that I dont care how old you are old man, you hit me with that pole, I am going to stomp your old ass in the ground, and call the cops, well he didnt like that to much, and by now, my sister, brother in law, wife, sons girlfriend, and the neighboor whos property I am on, are all standing there looking in misbelief that someone is that big of an *******, and they all start telling him what a ass he is, he grabs his pole and walks in the house. 10 minutes pass, and two cops cars come cruising down the street, and I knew exactly why they were there, he called the cops and told them I verbally and physically threatned him, so they talk to him, and I can hear him lying to the officers, so we just wait, and of course they come over, and start asking me questions, telling me what he said, and of course we have 8 people there to tell them the truth, and what he had done, in the mean time he walks down to the pond and starts again, tells the cops that I was casting into his water, and he wants me locked up for trespassing, finally one of the cops must of been a fisherman, tells the old man, as long as he isnt on your property, he can **** well cast wherever he wants to, and tells him to get on his property before he gets locked up, the look on the old mans face was worth the whole ordeal. Sorry for the long story, but I could not believe that there are people on this earth that are so mean and nasty, and I left out a bunch of other things he said to me and my son, but I had to pass this one on, because its a classic. I am going to get a two man boat, launch it, and fish all around his property just to piss him off. Has anyone had this happen to them? And does anyone know the law regarding fishing ponds in subdivisions? I want to make sure its legal to launch a small boat like that in a neighboorhood pond, and fish around it.[/QUOTE]

I have fished a pond that had five properties in it. The three of the five owners were O.K but the two on the end kept it to themselvs. They let it be known and we respected that. Sorry he used bad language around you and your son, but he may have been legit.

[QUOTE=DYNATRAK;385129]that is still one of the best stories that has ever been posted on fishin.com, elnut!

i just started giggling sitting here in my chair remembering that post.[/QUOTE]

Any chance someone could post a link?

[QUOTE=Hershey102;385146]Any chance someone could post a link?[/QUOTE]

I don't know how to post the link but it was titled, Guist, Old Man, Right Hook and State Trooper. Found the thread and copied and pasted the original stuff below. Here is another chuckle or two.


All right fellas for all that want to know, here is the BLOW BY BLOW of todays events.

Fishing can be summed up in 4 words: Guist Creek Lake Stinks, 42-47 degree water that had a nice Double Chocolate Milk hue to it pretty much sums up a whole lot of Fishing and Little bit of Catching, with LITTLE being the key word on the catching. Ran to a few pockets before the sun came up to test the water temps and clarity. Temps varied from 42-43 on the main lake to upwards to 47 on the pockets on the North side of the lake, I guess it is the north side, the side of the lake exactly opposite of the dam and on the same side as the ramp if this helps. We started on a bank back towards the dam and I was of course throwing the Fly, just to say I caught one on it and boy did I ever. Within the first 30 minutes or so I had boated a couple of MONSTERS. Now to exactly describe these MONSTERS is that we think??? they were Crappie but you know when a fish gets SO LARGE (or is it SO SMALL) that you can't really make out which species it is but we did count 2 eyes and per my wife's scoring system they did have 2 eyes apiece so they each counted as 1. The bigger of the 2 was a good 3 1/2 inches long with the runt being just over 3, that is inches not pounds. But I did see my bobber go under twice and I did set the hook and did fight both of them expertly, even had to work one of them around the trolling motor for he was stripping drag. If it was not for John getting on the trolling motor and turning us around to let me gain some line back, she would have had me to my knot and we would have lost this MONSTER 3 1/2 inch Crappie??? (you can quit laughing now for I made up the part about the fight, actually I set the hook on the first one and thought I had a small stick but I did tail walk her all the way to the boat like a professional in training would do and swung her in nicely taking into consideration that I had 8lb Firline main line and 6lb leader). That was all the catching for the day and the rest is all fishing. We graphed a HUGE amount of fish in this one particular pocket that had the warmest water. They were suspending from 6-10 feet over 25 feet deep water. We literally threw everything from the fly to a jigging spoon and all in between to no results. I had one good hit on a Norman Deep Little N, Tropical Shad Color, set the hook and cranked a few times before she spit it. John saw the water swirl behind the crankbait but we never saw the fish, could have been a hybrid or a Green Carp. When the brightest spinnerbait or crankbait can't be seen 6 inches below the surface I surely must have snagged this fish on the retrieve. Every time I retie, I throw the baits in this one particular spot in my boat. When I got home, I counted 14 different crankbaits, 3 different jerkbaits, 4 different jigs, 2 spinnerbaits, not counting the 8-10 different plastics that I tried on a C Rig or T Rig. Found some "Ledges" if you can call them that, marked them with bouys and fished them with all to no avail. I can only really varify that I got 3 bites all day. John tried a bunch of jigs, spinnerbaits, shaky heads, crankbaits, C Rig, T Rig just like me from the back and we probably soaked a good 30 or so different lures or plastics trying to find anything that worked. Never saw another boater land a fish and if they did, they are better than us. We literally fished North, South, East and West on the lake from the Dam to the back pocket on the left to under the bridge to the West and places in between. Main lake "Ledges", points, mud banks, deeper banks...... Put her on the trail around 3pm and headed for the house. Good luck to anyone fishing this mud pond for today was the first time on this water in over 3 years for me and it took just about 1 hour for me to realize why I did not fish it in the past even though I worked in Shelbyville for 2 1/2 years after I bought my boat. Hated it then and Hate it now. Unless I get a notorized signed statement that the fish are literally jumping in the boat, then I don't see me fishing here again for a long while. Really tough on me going from Dale Hollow where I can see a 1/16 oz Fnf jig a good 6-8 feet down to not seeing a Chartr and White Norman DD22 6 inches under water. Have a good time on Guist and you can count me as one of those guys you will NOT be competing against for water time on this lake.

I know you are asking where do the Trooper, Old Man, Right Hook and girls come into play.....I leave Guist and head off to the Wady exit to hit 64 and come back to Georgetown. I stop at the Flying J to get a sandwich and pull off to the side out of the way to talk to my Dad before going in. I was on the phone a good 15 minutes of so and was not paying any attention around me except for the 4 girls sitting on the tailgait of the truck a few spaces over from me. I get off the phone and get out of my Explorer to walk inside and I hear someone say something about a boat. I look around and some guy has pulled right up next to my prop and was running his mouth about my boat. I thought something was wrong so I walk to the back of my boat and he tells me that if I don't move my boat then I will have slashed tires when I come back out. He said a few more words that would be beeped out here. I told him to back up and pull around me for I am in the corner off to the side and he was an idiot for pulling that close to me. There was a good 100 yards on one side of me and another 100 yards behind him to do whatever. I kept walking towards his truck and I am not a happy camper and tell him that if he touches my property then it will be his ASS, plus a few more beeped out words from me. He jumps out of his truck and I am within a couple of feet of him, reaches in his pants pocket with his right hand and pulls out a pocket knife. He takes his left hand over to his right to try to open it but he never got a chance for my right hook caught him squarely on his left side of his chin, a bit of his mouth, a bit of his nose and a bit of his cheek. Mind you, I have been sick for a long time but my health is returning rapidly. This guy was about 65 years old, 5'7" and 140 pounds soaking wet, I am 6'1", 40 years old, 352 pounds butt naked. Sort of a miss match especially when he is looking down to open the knife and never saw the shot coming. Sweet dreams my sweet prince for this old fart hit the ground knocked cold like a rock. The girls next to me screamed and one of them ran inside. I backed off the guy and never checked on him at all. Out comes a State Trooper that was dining inside and asked what was wrong as he was checking out Old Cooter and called for an Ambulance. I told him exactly what happened and all of the girls said the exact same thing. Said I was walking away, the old man started running his mouth, pulled a knife and then took a nap against his will. The old man comes back to earth and wakes up and tells the officer that he wants me arrested for hitting him. The officer asked him why did I hit him and he said he did not know. The officer asked him if he pulled a knife on me and he said NO. The officer then asked him whose knife was that laying on the ground beside him and he said it was his. So the officer said "You mean this guy hit for no reason so hard that you pocket knife jumped out of you blue jean pants pocket on its own". The old man started backtracking his story when the cop said all 4 girls saw it happen, heard it happen and he was the instigator, pulled the knife and then was knocked cold. The officer asked me if I wanted to press charges against him for pulling the knife to which I said no but if he touches my property then he will get some more of what he got. The officer took the guys information and wrote him a warning stating that if any of my property is damaged then he will be knocking on his door first. We never exchanged names and I don't have a clue who this old fart is but he went 64 west towards Louisville and I came to Georgetown. After the old man left, me and the State Trooper was talking and laughing about the situation. The State Trooper said he sees things like this at least a couple of times a week. I laughed but my right hand is already swollen a bit and hurting like crazy. My guess is this Old Geezer will be sucking his Oatmeal thru a Straw plus sucking down plenty of Ensure or whatever else he can drink for chewing will be an issue for him for the next couple of weeks. I never claim to be the baddest cat around and have one motto that I live by and my son will to, "I don't start them but will do my damndest to finish them, a fight is a fight and if that means shots to the neck, groin, outside of the knee or bridge of the nose, then that is what will happen". I bet the next time this Old Geezer wants to bad mouth someone, my sweet pretty face will appear in his memory for a long time to come. He got exactly what he deserved. I am still trying to figure out how he will tell his 65 year old wife or girlfriend how his face was so swollen and hurting. Surely he will not tell her that he tried to whip a man half his age and over twice his size with an "Old Timer" pocket knife. I want to be a fly on the wall and hear what she has to say about that right before she tells him to get his own ice pack, MORAN.... Stay away from Guist Creek until the water warms up, clears up or if you must then take your fish shocking equipment or TNT. You might also want to stay away from the Flying J, unless you are looking to join "Fight Club" for the first rule of "Fight Club" is we don't talk about Fight Club....

"the first rule of "Fight Club" is we don't talk about Fight Club...."

i swear elnut, that is just about the best story i've ever heard. i can't even get to bed right now, cause i'll just start giggling like a little school girl and my wife will start wondering things about me.

[QUOTE=DYNATRAK;385157]"the first rule of "Fight Club" is we don't talk about Fight Club...."

i swear elnut, that is just about the best story i've ever heard. i can't even get to bed right now, cause i'll just start giggling like a little school girl and my wife will start wondering things about me.[/QUOTE]

Every time I go that way I make sure I have enough gas and food to make it to Shelbyville at least, just to not stop at the Flying J again. I figure in the shape I am now, a good 6 yr old can put me to my knees with a punch to the gut.

They have had similar issues out West, where I am from. They finally passed a law that stated if you can access the water either through public land or through permission from a land owner, than once on the water or along its bank line (anywhere the water has once been), then you were not trespassing. This has allowed people to access water and go miles up into once private fishing areas. Needless to say, big fish are being caught that had never seen a lure before.

I say no one should own water, fish, or land under water. IMO. Did they own that water before it fell from the sky? :D Sure they may say they own the land under the water, but hey, my boat isn't touching that land.

Fish on!

-Rich

like I said before... The pride of Georgetown ,ky, the sultan of Scott Co., the sheik of the sheets, the new big auger of Frankfort, the man who puts the "hook" in the flying J letter... woooodddyyyy nuutttsssssss...... nuts! God, I love that story more today than last time!

Dad said he was sorry, he was hung over again.

Cut the old goof some slack. Besides, ya never know what extremes folks will go to. Seen that movie with Clint Eastwood "Gran Torino"? Who knows, the guy might be a tired old vet or something.

Sometimes, it just ain't worth the risk to try to get even. Too many whacked out folks running around.