While I think it would be friggin' hilarious to tag a few fools up with some of those old hot pink Nelsons, and if I didn't love paintball so much, and it wasn't technically assault, or maybe I wasn't leaving such an obvious trail for the law to follow I would go that route. Last spring me and my Pop and brothers where at KY Lake crappie fishin' on the inside edge of a main lake point. We anchored off it about 65-70' as not to scare the fish sitting there in 5-10' of water but close enough I could still cast a 1/32 jig to about 5' off the bank. Some duesche bag flies in behind us throwing up about a three foot wake into the back side of the boat. OK fine, maybe he is fishing a tourney and is trying to save time, maybe he has money on the line I thought. Then he drove his 18" Ranger in between not just us and the bank, but one of our buddies fishing a stake bed a bit farther down the bank into the cove. He went right over the steak bead with his trolling motor going so hard it was kicking up mud then right in between us and the bank, right exactly where we had been connecting with the fish! I asked him, "What the Hell man?" He flipped ME off! I called him every name under sun and tried to snag him, but my jig didn't quite catch anything on deck before he got out range of my ultralight. By that time my other brother who was with a family friend (the ones down the bank they had run through first), had maneuvered to cut him off from reaching the end of the point, which made him have to stop to and maneuver his boat to get out, and started fishing it. The best part was just before he got out of sight Shane caught a 5 1/2 lb. smallie with a little crappie jig. The look of disgust on that face before he sped off was almost as satisfying as punching him in the face would have been. Next time, I am definitely going to lay the Barkley Circle Dance down hard laughing maniacally like a psychotic coyote with rabies until they fall out of the boat or move on!
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