I had something happen a while back that I never put in a trip report that I thought I'd throw out here. I'm the most mild mannered mellow guy you will ever meet. A guy I work with says, I wish I had your temperment, you never let things get to you. Anyways so I'm fishing alone a while back in a pretty secluded part of the Great Miami. Along come two guys in kayaks. They beach them about a hundred feet away and walk towards me with fishing rods in hand. I'm fishing this little jet of current that breaks thru this bar and pours into a hole. It's only maybe five feet across, the rest of the river comes around the end of the bar curving around me. Well this guy walks up opposite me. Maybe thirty feet across this little eddy and cast right into the little break. About two feet in front of my feet. I throw my arms up in a what are you doing pose and he shrugs and says.. That's the hot spot I caught a 20 incher there. I'm Like...And that makes it okay??? About then his buddy walks up and casts right in front of me, again maybe two feet from my feet. I mean I cant cast for their lines. I bite off my jig and tie on a crankbait and cast when they cast. Lines are tangled, words are exchanged. Finally realizing they weren't going to bully me out of the spot they left. The whole time I couldn't tell if they were going to leave or try and kill me, it was obvious they were trying to start something. By then I was so mad I was shaking and ready to fight. Two guys half my age and at least twenty pounds apiece heavier. I remember thinking If one of these big thugs grabs me I'm cutting his n%$ts off. So besides being utterly stupid was I wrong? What would you have done? I mean no spots worth dying for but it wasn't about the spot. I was raised that you don't treat people like that and you don't let them treat you like that. Or maybe I'm on my way to turning into one of those crazy old guys that yells at drug dealers, I'm not sure I haven't had a confrontation like this in thirty years and was pretty shocked.