His face wore a blank expression, but you could tell he was hiding disdain. He was looking down on us both figuratively and literally. He looked down because he sat on a swivel chair that rode atop a metal stem inserted in the tall open deck of his Lund fishing boat, the remote control for a small electric motor in one hand, and a casting rod rigged with an elaborate contraption of hooks, weights, jigs, and a tiny live minnow trying to swim as fast as possible through the air in which it was suspended. He wore a camouflage hat, and his enormous frame was covered by a camouflage jacket, a camouflage vest, and camouflage rain pants, offset with oversize but somehow stylish green rubber boots.
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