I have had a few run-ins but one of the funniest to me was the time I went to Falls Lake with my brother. It was an early Saturday morning and the wind was still, water flat, no sounds other than an occasional bird tweeting. We had been fishing for a hour or so, the morning fog had just lifted and we could see a small jon boat with a man and his boy heading our way. We really hadn't caught all that much but evidently enough that they decided fishing was better where we were. They made their way through the standing timber until they were within easy casting distance and my brother justed tilted his butt off the seat a lil bit and let er rip. Now I'm talking about a reverberating echo of a rip and I looked my brothers way and he just said to me "They're getting close, had to fire a warning shot across their bow." I thought I was going to hurt myself I laughed so hard, as they quickly turned and headed away....