We were all diving from a local dock right off of a very private island... One that's been in my family for generations. There are only a couple of families on this island, and it was very much off the beaten path, so the rivers were quiet and private and great for good, quiet diving... I grew up in these rivers.
My chosen buddies for the day consisted of about ten firefighters... Many of them really big dudes... Big, loud, boisterous, and ready to dive. We were all doing dives for our Search and Recovery specialty, and we'd all gone down onto the floating portion of the dock to brief before the dive.
The divemaster made us all turn around while the threw in his "pet cement" - a 5 gallon bucket filled with cement, and worth maybe 50 or 60 pounds - off of the dock and with a mock cry said, "Oh, no... I've lost my pet cement! Can you guys please help me find it?" With a dock that size, and in near-zero vis, that was easier said than done!
Anyway, from around the corner came ***hole of the year, who stood up in his johnboat, and yelled at us, giving us the finger. Now, keep in mind, we were about ten, really big, beer-drinkin', loud firefighters dressed in day-glow neoprene, holding tanks and fins. Some of us were holding multiple tanks under each LP104-sized bicep.
We were all looking at each other thinking, "What??" They started looking at me and asking, "Do you KNOW this guy?" I mean, nobody owns the rivers here, but pretty much, this area's so off the beaten path that they all looked at me like this was my backyard.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Can anyone hear what he's saying? Maybe he's in trouble," I questioned. Of course, say that to a bunch of firefighters, and half of them will swim out to the dude just to help...
***hole of the year got closer. "I said, 'you ***ing ***holes!' I FISH from this river!" He goes on, yelling in a drunken stupor. "Don't be throwin' your TRASH in my river! I EAT the fish here!"
WTF?
Of course, we all got a pretty big kick out of it. In fact, it was so funny that we started yelling back, "We're rescue divers... Taking a class for Search and Recovery... It's okay, it's just an exercise... We'll be getting it off the bottom in a moment..."
There was no rationalizing with this guy. I thought he'd have a coronary right there.
Of course, we just erected a dive flag on the dock and began our dive.
He "buzzed" us a few times, too... How irritating... Each time holding his finger higher and higher in the air. It got pretty irritating...
At one point he even stopped, about 100 feet out, and stood up in his boat and pretended to call 911... He thought he'd call the cops on us and report us for littering his river. What a crackup.
The really funny thing is that if he really WERE calling 911, guess what would have happened? That's right... The cops, who knew all of us all by name, would have asked us very politely to go down and do a Search and Recovery for the 50 pound bucket of cement that someone just threw off of their (privately owned) dock. Duh.
We all got a kick out of it.
Two minutes before we all decided that we'd scuba over to his boat and ambush it and kick the crap out of this guy, he got smart and left. Both him and his lovely she-it girlfriend gave us a "New York Salute" on the way out.
What an idiot. If I ever have to pull this guy's truck from the river, I'm gonna make him wait a REALLY long time... Then tell his insurance company that I think he sunk it on purpose.