Yes, he finished 15th in the Stren Series on Santee Cooper and walked away with a check. But his thoughts were on the check that should have been his. What could cause a man to be mad enough to "bite the head off a six-penney nail and spit it through a man's forehead"?
Starting the day in sixth place, he was feeling good about "bringing it home". Little did he know that he had drawn as a partner, a man that approached targets at the speed of a Blue Angel approaching a runway, only to veer away moments before the casting distance was in his reach. Minutes turned to hours and the ire brought him to his knees on the rear deck, snacking on the Lil Debbies and blowing crumbs as he mumbled his discourse. All the while looking back and seeing his lead fall and blend into the wake of the boat as his partner approached the next target.
"I don't understand!" cried his speedonic partner as he flipped the weeds that were in 1 foot of water that was dropping as fast as he approached targets. Crumbs flew from Ryan's mouth as he cried, "I undertstand you dumb #%@&. You are a #$%&in% idiot."
And the Pro still didn't get it. As time expired, with his sixth place on the board being erase he cried out, "JUST ONE FISH". One wasn't the loneliest number, it was ZERO. Ryan new it was over and walked away with 15th place, wishing to fish just one more day and daring his pro partner to "ask me for a dollar".
And that.... is the rest of the story.
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Mike, you tell that story so much more gracefully than I do but you got every bit of it right.
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