Had a scisorow (sp) this morning.

Didn't get to the blind until 10am. Pull into the hole and low and behold a flapper flapping in my decoys. Editors note: I hate flappers. Anyway pull up and wait for whoever is in my blind to pack his shite and haul arse. No movement. I pull up in front of the blind and hollar, yo, get out of my blind. Dude pops his head up and says such and such, whom I've never heard of, gave me permission to hunt this blind. Well I respond and say, I own the blind, and I have never heard of such and such, get out of my blind. Wasn't very happy, but I had my grandson with me so I kept it on the up and up. He pulls out in his boat and the other person seemed to be his son. That's when I chime in, not a good lesson to be teaching your son. He says a couple of sorrys, and motor out to pick up the flapper, and pulls about 6 of my decoys with his flapper string, and bunches my decoys up. My son in law who has a blind next to mine, says they did some shooting, and thought they were some of my friends. I tell him no they hunted another blind this morning. And to top it off, I see there's a sunken decoy in my spread. Happy Fricking Thanksgiving.