Saturday while fishing with my 86 year-old grandmother and 66 year-old mother I saw the worst in folks. We were anchored in a spot adjacent to the channel at the base of a bluff near a barge mooring area. It was out of the traffic and out of the wind. At one point I saw a boat headed for us, when they realized another boat was there, they pulled up hard and turned to, then slowly passed us while giving us the finger. Such class acts. I bit my tongue since I can't take a chance in upsetting my grandmother with a confrontation. It's a shame what the world's coming to. Man I hate fishing weekends. For a fishing report related to this. We caught some small shellcracker and bream, one sauger and I had one heck of a hit on a live bream under a float. The fish hit then wrapped me up in a tree after I set the hook. Was prime flathead country so I can only imagine.