Here's to you, Mr. Dead Last in the Tournament guy. While others fill their steel hoops of death to the brim, you stand on the deck saying, "Hey guys, where did all those fish come from?" While you blindly swim past grouper, hog, and amberjack, your able competitors shoot! Knowing that their trip to the prize table will be much sooner than yours. So here's to you, Mr Sultan of the Cellar. You may only come away with a coozie and a snorkel keeper, but you're 'ecologically sensitive', and that's gotta count for something.
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