He was “The Man,” at least in his own mind. In fact, being “The Man” was the most important thing in his life. He was “The Man” at the work place, at home, but mostly he was “The Man” when it came to fly fishing. He could cast farther than his friends, he always had the latest and the best equipment, he always caught the most fish and, of course, the biggest ones whenever he went fishing. If you had just met him you would soon come to understand that he was “The Man.” As a result he did not have any real friends, but he did have a cadre of followers that hung around basking in the glow of his ego.
I like it. Well done and to the point. I have met a few who would classify themselves as “the man.” I fish with one often, pray for him often too.
Wow…not a point you want to miss.
Breathtakingly to the point. I wish I had written That. Poetic Justice in the end.