No, it transcends "cultural" lines IMHO. I have seen many people blatantly break such rules, Asian, Ukraine, and about any other race too.
It is not so much a "cultural" thing as it is IMHO, but either a blatant disregard for the rules, or worse yet lack of knowledge of the rules.
I've got the WDFW number on my phone for this kind of incident now.
I have to commend you for your actions, but please be careful. Some people you might encounter might not be as timid as the person that split and might be readily confrontational and/or even have a weapon.
One time a few years back when I was still relatively new to fishing for salmon, I had always wondered what snagging was. As a bass angler, if you're snagged, it usually meant for me that my lure was stuck and that I was probably going to lose my lure. @&!^*~!~~~
I checked out the Spokane Street bridge one time and it was surprisingly empty for a weekday in peak pink salmon season. Three anglers in addition to myself. A little old Asian lady, a skinny dark colored guy, a huge, Refrigerator Perry size guy (let's call him RP), and me.
I look at RP's rig and it seemed rather strange. It consisted of only a large treble to which a heavy egg-shaped lead weight was placed above. Now I know I was a newbie and had never seen a snagging rig of any kind, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to deduce the purpose of the rig.
So I walk up to him casually and said to him, "That's a cool looking rig you've got. I've never seen something like that. What's it called?"
His response was, "You know, some people get shot when they get into things that ain't their business."
So picture this; A huge person with the stature of the Refrigerator Perry against a tiny 5'5" little me and I'm exaggerating a bit on my height too.
I don't know where it came from, perhaps my sense of fidelity to the rules, but I got right in his face and said, "Well it is my F&#*^ng business when F&#*^ng people like you, break the F&#*^ng rules!"
Rarely have I ever felt such rage. I normally don't curse and couldn't believe I was cursing.
He could have easily picked me up with one hand, Darth Vader style and tossed me over the dock, but I stood my ground and stared him down.
It made him very nervous and he started pacing frantically back and forth.I pulled my phone out and told him I was calling WDFW and that pissed him off even more. He started mumbling words I couldn't make out initially until he got louder. It turns out he was talking in Spanish, and I started chuckling inside and blurted, "Hey! You don't F&#*^ng think I don't know Spanish?!!!"
I pulled out my phone and gestured like I was going to call WDFW and that really set him off.
Then a school came through and he tossed down. I tossed down at an angle with my braided line trying to snag his line but missed but I missed. His rig landed in the school and he didn't wait to yank back. Sadly, his treble got lodged in the back of salmon.
The little old Asian little was not aware of our encounter dropped her crab net to pull up his fish.
It wasn't a pink, but a coho. The first I had ever seen seen caught with my own eyes. It was strikingly fresh and blindingly silver.
He begged me not to call the WDFW, but I did when I got to my car and started driving off. The operator seemed to know exactly what I was about to say before I said it, which suggested to me that she was getting a ton of call like this. Her response was that they simply do not have the resources or the manpower to do much if anything. Sad, but true.
It wasn't until I nearly reached home that I realized how badly this could have gone. He could have had a gun, shady as he looked. I wasn't afraid to take him on. I would have judo-ed his fat ass to the ground using his weight against him, if he didn't toss me first.
Or getting killed or injured to the point I might not be able to take care of my family. The thoughts hit me like a ton of bricks.
Like I said, I commend you for what you did. We just need to be careful. We were both fortunate this time around.