I had the last laugh going through Potter a few years ago when, like Eddy Bear, had to hug the bank where, unfortunately, I picked up an anglers tackle on my keel. The tirade started, you have the whole river blah blah blah, we've all heard it, and then he threw maggots at me, I didn't take kindly to that. He hadn't bargained on me having an electric bilge pump that was rigged for washing the boat down!! You can guess what happened! As I told him, two can play at that game!
Against that I have had far, far more cooperation than aggravation when going alongside where anglers were fishing. Surprisingly a number of those helpful anglers have commented that it was nice to have been asked to move as I was coming into moor.