It's been about 5 weeks since I've been out. Been sick and the weather hasn't cooperated on the weekends. My post have been a little on the rude/snarky side. I equate it to the same disposition as when I don't get laid. My apologies to those I have offended. Fishing was good out of DP today. I had 60&61 degree water today. Really requires 60+ to catch bass most days. I fished a mile out in 85-90 ft of water initially when is was fairly flat. Caught about 10 Sandies about half of them legal and tossed them all back. I wanted to get all Checkerboards to bring to my folks house in order to make them tacos. My dad can't fish anymore since he's old and has health problems and my mom has limited time with Cancer. While I was fishing the Sandies, a sailboat was angling straight towards me and shore. I was on the drift, not anchored and I soon realized this vessel is on a collision course with me. At about 100 feet I start shouting "Anyone home?". Nothing. I start the motor and back up as so the Sailboat barely passes me. Never saw anyone in the back of the boat, maybe inside the tiny cabin? Twenty minutes later the Sailboat has not changed course and is headed to the middle of the breakwall at DP Harbor. Sad to say, I kinda wanted to see what was going to happen. Then the inside part of me I have to live with called DP Sherriff HP and they scrambled out there with sirens going. By this time the boat looks like it's really close to the rocks.Here's the shaky video from a mile away . It appeared that nothing more than verbally contacting the skipper was necessary. The direction of the Sailboat turned to the harbor mouth. It got a little breezy from the SW so I moved inside to finish up the day targeting those fish tacos. In the next hours I caught 5 Checkerboards and three legal, just right for tacos for three. God is Good.