Your mention of the boat dock reminded me of a hair raising incident when I was younger. A friend & I showed up at the lake just about daylight to fish for a couple hours. 12' Jon boat, 6 hp motor and gear was in the back of my old pickup. There was a V bottom boat with about a 20 HP Merc tied at the end of the T shaped dock, and the covers were off the motor. A guy was back there cranking and cussing loudly, while his wife was sitting up front on a high bar stool they had bolted in there somehow. She looked like she'd rather have been anywhere but there. He cranked and cussed the whole time we were putting our act together. We finally got in my little boat and eased away from the dock, but just as I crossed in front of him that old Merc started. He had the throttle wide open, and it squatted down and took off at us, throwing him off balance. I don't know what happened to his tie rope, 'cause it didn't slow it down any. His bow easily cleared the side of my little boat, but I grabbed it and gave it a hard shove forward. That threw his wife off of her seat and nearly into my boat, but she hung on. We banged together another time, but both going the same direction, and him outrunning me. I was thankful he hadn't got the prop in with us, and glad it was over, but here he came back, pulled alongside, and started cussing me! My buddy was just back from Vietnam and his nerves were cooked, and he grabbed up a sculling paddle and went after him. I couldn't stop him, but I managed to slow him down, and with the tipping of my little boat, he lost his balance and we fell back into my boat. The cusser took off. I think Sonny would have killed him if he'd gotten his hands on him. We ran across those folks several times that morning, and every time Sonny tried to coax him over where he could reach him. It took him a couple days to cool down. Not a good way to start off a peaceful morning at the lake. . .