Fat bass fishermen and motor-heads were the some of the main reasons I turned to canoeing.  I could put-in on creeks, streams and rivers back in North Carolina where they could not follow.  Or, I could take one or two portages and be shed of the "Neanderthals."  The goal was to get away from their obnoxious noise, gas fumes, oily waters, and empty-beer bottle strewn shorelines.

The OTHER big reason was that my own obnoxious outboard motor kept breaking down.  Since I'm cheap and don't have a mechanical bone in my body, I sold my own small boat, trailer, and outboard and jumped into a canoe.

That was over 30 years ago.  It opened my eyes... and even this Neanderthal could see that light.  Coincidentally, as Solotripper has so aptly noted, I discovered the fishing was, indeed, better!  I've been in a canoe ever since.

Jimbo   8-)