I never forget my "chalmatian" buddy was fishing like mad and this old black guy driving an antique…read morerusted pickup truck, sitting on a 5 gallon bucket with a cane pole kept bugging him.
The guy was like "wu, wu, wu, what did you use for bait"??
His stuttering got to be so bad he could hardly get the words out. He was like that attorney in "my cousin vinny".
He kept asking a bunch of questions- "do, do, do, do you fish the top or the bottom?"
"Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo like live bait or u, u,u, u, use beetles?"
When the guy asked him "we, we, we, well how many fish did you catch?" my boy replied "5, 5, and 5. (Pointing to each of the three persons in his group as he said 5) Why!? What the fu@& do you CARE?!" and he hurled some insults about his speech and intellect...
The guy didn't stutter one bit.
He pulled out a badge and said "I want to know because I'm with wildlife and fisheries. You're not 5, 5, and 5- because I've been here watching you the whole time. You're 5 & 10 over the limit at $500 a fish. He is zero, and he is zero (pointing at the other two guys), so could you please sign this citation and I'll see you Monday morning at the courthouse on canal st. with your $5000 fine!!"
We all liked to die when the guy lost his "disabled act". Everyone let their guard down partially because we were in a place where you pay, think there's some type of protection, but nope!