Ron and I spent many hours in a boat together chasing Walleyes, Saugeyes and Bass. We made several trips just doing some lazy creek fishing. Drilled many a hole through the ice chasing Eyes and panfish from farm ponds to Erie.
In spite of all our fishing, we found time to arrow several bucks together, spending many days in our tree stands.
Ron was one of a kind, for sure. He excelled as a salesman because he sure had the "gift of gab". Never a lack of anything to talk about when you were with Ron...lol
One story that to this day, still makes me laugh until I cry....Ron and I laughed for years about it.
One bright November day Ron and I had his boat hooked up and were headed down 77 to fish Piedmont.
I noticed a small cheese log up on his dashboard wrapped in plastic. A gift someone gave him. Some kind of "9 cheese blend".
Anyways, Ron says, "I'm gonna try some of that". He unwrapped it, and bit a big plug off the end and started to chew.
As the cab of his truck filled up with a retched stench, Ron's eyes bugged out, his face turned beet red, swaying all over the road, he started to gag as he threw the cheese log out the truck window and spit the mouthful into the palm of his hand. I don't know if it was spoiled, but this stuff was like Limburger on steroids!
By this point I'm crying in laughter. We pulled over on the shoulder. Ron cleaned off his hand, collected himself and kept saying "Who in the hell could eat that?"
He complained about that taste in his mouth the rest of the day, while I snickered.
Rest in peace Ron.