One time at Lake Hickory (at least I think it was Hickory), I had marked the outer edge of a brush pile with a bright orange marker bouy. As I fished the unfamiliar brush, I found out that there was quite a few brushpiles right in a line. While working the brush, I found myself about 20 yards from the bouy. A guy in a 40 something thousand dollar bass boat just came idling by and picked up my bouy (like he couldn't afford one). I think part of his thinking was that there was no way I could catch him in my 15' jon. His arrogance really got me mad. I looked for him for a long time but never found him.