It’s morning on the Eleven Point River. Our boat is gliding lazily in the gentle breeze. Trout are rising in the shadowed eddies. Kingfishers are chattering. The air is crisp and pure. Faint traces of the evening fog still linger in spots.
Then a noise, louder, and louder, and suddenly around the corner comes a jet boat, screaming, moving fast, followed by another and another, conversation is reduced to yelling. The air smells of oil and gasoline fumes. Waves come at you from every direction……
I HATE JET BOATS
What about “Wild and Scenic” includes jet boats?
Can’t we have just 2 or 3 scenic wilderness rivers with NO JET BOATS?