It’s been around 15 years or so but I spent several consecutive weekends down there chasing one fish. I had located a monster smallmouth and just kept going back trying to get it to take my offering. It would follow, chase, or take a swipe at times but I never got a solid hookup. I’d usually get there at sunrise and leave around 9am when people started showing up. So one morning I get there and I’m working that fish and there isn’t another person around. No cars. No people. Just a beautiful morning. So I’m standing in the same spot on this big gravel bar just casting away. All of a sudden that quiet tranquil morning is destroyed by the sound of a shotgun pumping one in the chamber. And it was close. I turn around and there was a guy, with a shotgun, about 20 feet behind me. I asked him what the F he thought he was doing and he told me his kid has lost his shoes down there the day before and he came down to look for them. I chewed his butt pretty good for being a douchebag. In hindsight that probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do since he was the one holding the gun but what do you expect when you sneak up on someone and do that?? He apologized and disappeared back into the brush but I gave up chasing that particular fish that day. It’s been a pretty screwed up place ever since.