I dropped off my buddy and arrived at the field just as the sun was breaking the horizon. There was a light breeze and a nice field that would allow me to launch into the wind and still avoid the wires. So, I unloaded and set up for take off and just as I was about to launch, a rather irate fellow walked up with his dog and demanded to know why I though I could fly from there. He had obviously had run ins with us before and was on a mission to stop PPG flights near his home. He proceeded to tell me that there had been 5 or 6 guys out there who were tearing it up and making themselves a nuisance. The cops had been called and if I were to launch .... They would be called again. I really didn't want to escalate the situation, this wasn't my field, I probably wouldn't be flying here very often, if ever, and I hadn't been involved with stirring up the natives in the first place. So I did what I could to calm the guy down and loaded back up. I had received another address a few blocks east, closer to the Harbor so I drove down there to check it out. It was marginal, there were wires on all four sides and no place for an emergency landing once I crossed the wires. It would have had to have been, one of those launches where you start a turn as soon as you get off and corkscrew for awhile until you have cleared the wires and have enough altitude to venture off. There was also a work crew in the field, shortening the runway even more. I decided to save it for another day. Perhaps when Paul or some of the other guys want to come here.