I met Antonio when he was 13-14 years old. My dad spent a good many seasons more or less living in AR and hunting Bayou Meto. He made a lot of friends and became friends with a guy named Harold Long from Redfield, AR. The story that Harold told was that Antonio had a very rough upbringing, and Harold was trying to steer him right.
For a few years, Antonio would hunt with us through Harold a few of times a year and we really liked him. He hunted with my dad a good bit. He was pretty quiet and could blow a duck call. When he got where he could drive, he started coming down there and racing us to two main spots we had taken him to. That didn't sit well. He was at lower vallier one day and was the first boat. I was second. He was going on and on about having my spots GPS'd and having a faster boat. When you have a GPS, a Q-beam, and a tiller handle, you don't have enough hands, and he hit the tree in the cut to brushy and turned sideways. I made it around him, but multiple boats (I heard 7) stacked up on top of his and each other. I haven't seen him since.
Sounds like he is a complete POS these days. What go around come around
Them that don't know him won't like him, and them that do sometimes won't know how to take him
He ain't wrong, he's just different, and his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's right
They don't put Championship rings on smooth hands
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