They were worse this morning, Saturday. I was at full plane hugging the bank going around Low Gap Island and had a guy come straight at me. There was no place for me to go, the moron finally saw me, but I'd be lieing if I said it didn't scare me a bit. My Lord what was that Tournament the Bassmaster Classic or what? I was out from the mouth of Jamestown and State dock and I lost count after 28 bass boats ripped through there. If I was a betting man I'd guess there was another 15 to 20 after that, one right after another, hell I thought it was poker run weekend again.