My some times over zealous sense of righteousness and under sized (temper) fuse has gotten me into some down right uncomfortable situations in the past. I'd like to think that since I had my kids, I've been check reined a bit, but since there was a fairly recent "incident" with a litterbug my kids refer to as "Napkin Man" I guess I still have a way to go in curtailing my fighting Irish side.
Napkin Man turned out to be playing with less than a full deck, if you get my drift, and I would have done better to have just picked up the napkin the SECOND time he dropped it, rather than to have confronted him...
Believe me, I can appreciate the flare of anger we all feel when we see an injustice such as the one Matt witnessed. But I think you do need to exercise caution because you just never know what kind of freak might be fishing next to you. A casual inquiry as suggested by some might at least let the person know you are onto them, assuming they are not just ignorant to the reg's. I think most poachers are NOT ignorant, but blatantly disregarding.
Being of the female persuasion, I would have to say I would (probably!?) rely on my cell phone to report the incident for whatever good it was worth -- and perhaps snap a few digi-pics to back up the accusation.
If I knew the people were no where about, I might just pull in their lines...
But I honestly am not sure exactly how I'd handle it, as right now I am sitting in my livingroom typing this, not observing the act of poaching itself.
If that strange shade of red comes down over my eyes and I get that deafening roar in my ears...well then we would probably have Wolfe in another Napkin Man incident.
The story of the musky being gaffed and taken into the bait shop for a pic made me sick to my stomach. That would have had me hissin' and spittin'.
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it was a little chilly 
