Today I went out to try to shoot some surfers. I flew straight over the short beach, and way out past the breakers where some surfers were waiting for some action. I stayed far away from them so as to not bother them...even at the cost of missing a good shot. I checked my footage once home, and ya, I was definitely too far away to catch anything worthwile, or to be bothersome. I saw two classic beach-bro's walking up to me chests puffed out and pissed off demaning I got out of there. "This is our beach" type stuff. Two dudes I was standing with happily talking about how awesome quadcopters are suprised me by (verbally) taking these guys on. I could see it was going bad, so I decided to come back to land. Their main argument was that I was a creepy f&%$er who was taking pictures of kids and bikinis. The *only* words I said (a few times) were "ok, I'll go--please let me land safely". Obviously on the way home, I've thought of so many other things to say, but my primary concern was landing safely. One of the dickheads was talking back and forth with the dudes who were sticking up for me, and the main dickhead contined with me about how I was a creepy pathetic guy who gets his jollies by taking pictues of kids at the beach. Even if I *was* near the people on the sand, which I obviously wouldn't be for many reasons, people would be the size of ANTS in my frame. Not too creepy...LOL. You see all the people on the beach with their cell phones taking pictures or video of each other, or their kids? I bet he'll never get twisted up about that! Again--please let me land safely. He was working himself up so badly looking for a fight that he finally stepped closer (scared the *shit* out of me) and spat twice on me. First a huge loogey on my arm and my tablet screen (lovely), and then again--more of a spray that got on my face and shirt. Long story (sorry) is that I landed ok on the other side of the street, and walked away as quickly as I could. I was encouraged by two other onlookers that I should go to the lifeguard stand and report him, and that they'd be my witnesses, etc. I declined because I was so shaken up and wanted to get the HELL out of there with my Inspire in one piece. This guy obviously didn't have a problem assaulting me...I know my Inspire would have been at risk with me getting deeper into the situation. I thought this was an important story to share with this communuity to remind us all that depite that fact that most onlookers (in my experience) are interested and cool about our quadcopters, there are some who are real scary paranoid weirdos looking for a fight. Be careful out there.