Thread: Some People...

I hit long lake for a few hours Sunday morning. Managed two but started having issues with my cranking battery and didn't want to chance it so I headed back to browns landing. I don't like dancin with the devil. Didn't tear them up by any means but I haven't been skunked yet! I'll get them figured out one day.

Saw a man in an older bass rig in the channel right out front of browns and could tell he was having trouble. Kept trying to punch it up on plane but had his engine trimmed up too high. Boat would stand on end of course and he would plough down the channel before killing the engine. After a dozen or so times he began to idle back to the ramp. In comes a green carp guru in a brand new glittering Ranger Comanche trying to make the turn there out in front of Browns at 65+ MHP. Needless to say he slid wide, missed the man having trouble by inches but flooded his rig with his wake, and then managed to pin himself in the mud. The bass fisherman stands up and begins to scream and cuss at the poor guy for blocking the channel and not yeilding to traffic...I went over to help the guy tie up, he just beached up on the concrete ramp,( his young son is in tears at this point) and the poor old man tells me this the first boat hes ever had and he was going to take it back or sell it. He was through!

We talked for a while, and be it that my boat was done for the day, I told him I would take him around and show him the rules of the road and how the safely operate his vessel. He was thrilled and we turned around to find his boat sitting on the bottom of the lake. First rule he learned was never forget the plug! Rode up and down the lake a bit and I showed him welfare hole and a few ledges here and there that have payed out a fish or two recently. We had a good time and he asked a thousand questions but hey, its cheaper to ask than to find out on your own. Pulled up to ramp 30 min later to find the glitterng bass rig covered in mud and his engine hot and smoking. The mans son looked over and asked if we could go help him out. I smiled and told the man that his son was born to be a crappie fisherman.

Glad ya helped him out, I know it is a terrible feeling not knowing what's going wrong. Been there, and glad some people were willing to lend a helping hand.