On the weekends until Labor Day when the lake lice go into their Labor Day to Memorial Day hibernation in rubber rooms at the nervous hospital. I fished yesterday at the upper end of the lake where the standing timber starts. Some morons in a wake boat came up there and were boat riding around the fishermen going around the edges of the visible standing timber. These clueless idiots have no idea there are broke off trees under the water in the area that you can't see. I thought about waiting around to hear one go through the hull or hit the lower unit, but I was about done and they made up my mind on leaving. So I run back to the ramp in a constant barrage of boat wakes from all the ski boats running around. I get to the ramp, get my truck and get in line. There is a brain dead buffoon parked ON the ramp splitting 2 lanes, getting his boat ready and loading coolers, etc. This ramp is easily 3 lanes wide. 4 fishermen with brains and the ability to back a trailer can use it at the same time. But, with 2 lanes blocked and giant ski boats putting in there was only room for one at a time. Luckily, my off days are Thursday, Friday, Saturday so I can fish on weekdays.