This thread reminds me of a funny story that happened on Barkley one Saturday morning.
A buddy and I arrived at a pretty good bass spot one Friday night in LBL, that is right next to a boat ramp. I launched the boat, tied it off to a tree, and camped for the night on the shore, ready to fish in the morning.
Before daylight, we got into the boat and trolled over to the spot, and started catching bass after bass, just having a big time. MAN was it great. We see this dude in some hopped-up bass boat come flying into this cove we are in, and he isn't letting up. We were in the very back of the cove, next to the ramp, and this dude runs full-tilt to where we are, and lets off the throttle just before he reaches us.
He throws his trolling motor down, and begins beating the bank with a buzz bait not 30 yards from us. I look at my buddy, schrug my shoulders, and keep on fishing. We both hook nice bass within minutes, release them into the live well, and turn around and repeat the process a couple of times.
This guy is now throwing rods down, slamming compartment doors, and trying to tie on a different bait. This tool trolls all around us, and somehow never managed to catch a fish. We tried to talk to him, but he was so steamed, he would just act like he didn't hear us. He finally gave up, started his 250hp motor, and SCREAMED out of the cove. Funny thing is, he hit the old road bed with his lower unit on the way out. It made some god-aweful noise, but the guy never even flinched. He just kept that throttle pinned and away he went.
We ended up catching our limit pretty easy that day, and got a pretty funny story to boot!



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