Sometimes I’m amazed while white perch fishing on Lake D’Arbonne in the Spring and Fall. When you see someone start catching white perch in the channel, it isn’t uncommon to see a half dozen boats within a good Rattletrap cast of each other. Sometimes, like on pretty Saturdays and holidays, it is worse. It’s not the way most people like to fish, but apparently some do.
Sometimes it’s a group of fishermen who know each other and are comfortable. Sometimes, though, it is somebody who just seems to want an up close look at where everybody else is fishing. And then, sometimes, well, it’s the fish’s fault. They just gang up in a 30-yard stretch down the old river channel and everybody wants a fair shot at them.
But today’s writeup isn’t about that. It’s about this:
Can you imagine if deer hunting was that way?
Okay, I’ll admit it is a bit different being too close to a man with a 12-foot fiberglass pole and a 1/4 ounce hair jig drinking a Dr. Pepper 10 than it is being too close to a man with a Remington 30-06 caliber scoped rifle wearing face paint and doe urine scent. I must also admit, I have seen some shooting lanes with three to four stands all within rifle range of each other. They are off the ground and shooting “down” at the deer, which makes it a little bit better. But it’s still a bit scary unless you know for sure who is in each one of those stands.
Then I came across this picture and I just couldn’t help but laugh.
If the deer were running like the crappie, how would you like to deer hunt here with these folks?