I don't think Mrbill needs advice. He's been an avid offshore fisherman since the mid seventies and can take care of himself. I'm sure he gave a few of those wanna-bees a little piece of his mind. He is very polite and shy until a certain level.
I'll never forget one evening in Port Aransas. We were both single in our mid twenties. We had a hard Friday night chasing girls at a bait rich local bar. Saturday, we got a late mid morning start offshore. I remember it was a very hot day and the fluid inventory on the boat was running low with the sun about to set.
The boat ramp was almost empty as everyone had wrapped up their day. After putting the boat on the trailer, I jumped in the boat started handing the fish to Mrbill so he could take them inside the public fish cleaning house. On about his third trip, he told me their was a real jerk inside the fish house.
I continued cleaning up the boat. Gathering all the empty cans, trash, rewinding all the lures, taking off the electronics, cutting off swivels, etc. I could hear this guy in the fish house talking trash and never heard a comment out of Mrbill. I figured he was just being his usual shy self and I'd give the guy a piece of my mind when I got out of the boat.
As I was getting out of the boat, this guy came flying out of upper section above the fish tables.
After he removed all the screen wire from himself he stood up and started yelling. I noticed that the guy was at least one hundred pounds lighter than Mrbill so I popped the last beer and sat down on the fender of the boat trailer to see what would happen next.
As the guy was yelling obscenities at Mrbill, he just kept packaging up the fish with an occasional stare at the guy. Mrbill came out the fish out sliding a big trash can with all the tails sticking out from the carcasses.
This is when the fellow made a horrible mistake.
He charged Mrbill only to find a big forearm planted on his forehead which sent him backwards. The guy was out cold. Mrbill casually picked the guy up and put him head first into the fish trash can. He then slid the can over and dumped the carcasses and this idiot into the fish dumpster.
I went into the fish house to help finish packaging up and ice down the fish. I noticed Mrbill was drinking a different brand of beer. Since I was still thirsty and hot, I helped myself and took out the remaining beer from his dumpster friend's cooler. To top off the event, we both took a final leak inside the fish house. The funny thing was we relieved ourselfs inside the guys cooler which was still full of lunch meats. I wonder if the guy made a sandwich the next morning!!!
My point here is that anybody can be bad to the bone typing in front of a computer screen. Maybe in the future, you will be Abel to see who you are teeing off before you type. That would probably end all the super egos on the Internet.
