Worst potlicking ever happened to me was one morning, still dark, we set up on a spot, anchor light still on, only boat on the lake.
Next thing we know, another boat came around the corner and headed straight towards our light. When he was 50 or so yards away from us, he shut it down and trolled up with in 20 yards of us.
I cranked up the big motor and left.
Couple hours later, fishing a flock of birds, he cut in front of us and a guide. The guide asked him if he had a clue, he looked at the guide and said, what do you mean?
So I guess he didn't have a clue.
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