Current was roaring in the creek where the launch is because today was the first day it hasn't rained in the last 10 days. Ramp is wide enough for 1 big boat and 1 small boat and the creek barely 40ft wide at this point. There is a spillway about 30 yards downstream so there is zero room for error. It's about 11:30 and we pulled up to load with 2 other boats at the same time. There is a guy in his 50's and another in his 20's, possibly father and son blocking the good (upstream) side of the ramp trying to figure out how to launch their Tracker. They both looked like they could have been thrown off the set of Deliverance for being too creepy. A Skeeter loads up first and the younger of the 2 creeps is yelling at the older one to help him with the boat. I back the trailer down and have to wait because the Tracker is now blocking my ramp because tweedle dee and tweedle dum only had 1 rope on the bow of the Tracker. They get it straightened out, and I back in. I we load up and as I'm pulling away, I hear the younger guy yelling at the older guy, "Move the truck, there are people waiting!" This guy had the gall to yell back "I don't care how long they have to wait, they've been out having fun all morning" and he just sat there blocking the ramp making it difficult for the 3rd guy to load up.