Now this is far more my sort of thing.
Judging by its name, this behemoth was American.
Except for some fishermen. Now they are quiet, civilised neighbours and no problem with them being a nuisance except when they anchor right in the middle of the exit to the harbour. That happens frequently - perhaps it's a good spot for fish. And they can say with good reason that they were there first.
It was a glorious afternoon and the lake shimmered as if covered in rhinestones.