Ditto. Had some loser start sweet talking me in a spot that I had to hunt for. Right around Memorial Day, you guess where.
Guy sneaks up on me and starts off with “Yaknow we could be having a blast back here and no one would know it!”. I hoped he would pass.
Then he starts telling me to look out for bears, cuz “they’re real bad up here”, talking about black bears as if they’re grizzlies in the fall, saying how he forgot his mace blah blah. Told him it ain’t all like that blah blah they’re spooky and it is one busy, busy week. Guy proceeds to high hole me no more than 10’ away. Seeing that, I trudged out and demanded that he enjoy it. He looked pleased.
This year, I have had groups squeeze me on both sides, guys coming right up on my ***—like they’re trying to corral me , and the usual high holers choking me from the spots I had been actively working. So lame. I don’t wanna fish if I can even see another angler, let alone hear them.
Totally cool with a quick chat, and I’m always willing to yield to another angler, especially a polite one. I refuse to yield to impatient anglers who insist on pushing me along, while robbing me of my focus and, worse, my solitude.
I’ve had an odd spate of anglers that lead me to believe that they must be concerned about my safety. I move, they move, and they high hole me every time. I get frustrated and move far, and they move and go right above me again and again. So strange. So enraging.