Keep forgetting to tell y'all this story: Last Sunday I swung by Snake Island, as usual. Was hangin' out there for awhile and some bonehead comes through the no wake zone half on plane. We were all hollering & whistling & signalling to the captain to slow down. He and his crew basically flipped us off & maintained course.
What they didn't count on was our favorite aquatic county mountie Mark lurking out of view off the SW end of the island. Boom! Take that smart a$$! Heh heh heh. Call it 'instant Karma'?
