There are a few people who love tarp and fishing as much as Joe Rodriguez or chase them as hard.

Regardless of the weather or time of year, you can usually find him out on an edge somewhere, with his eyes burning holes in the

water looking for that elusive fish.

Like many great fishman, his ancestors emigrated from Cuba.

Raised by his hero, his mom, he drove himself hard to possibly not only prove something to himself,

but a father who left a great family stranded. Here's his story.

We broke everything, we broke lines, we broke cooks, we broke rods, we broke our minds, we broke marriages, we broke the whole thing.

We came up with the idea of going out that night and chasing girls and whoever

had the biggest pair of pain he's, Wendy Pot.

I knocked another arrow and he turned around the other way and I shot him going through the other

way. So I double- going through the other way.

So I doubled him both ways.

But it was nothing for us to paddle an air mattress out into government cut.

I got him on.

All right now, we're going to teach him a loss.

I'm just an old guy that likes to fish and I'm not quitting yet.

And he said, well, who the hell do you think you are, Sue App?

And I said, that's exactly who I am. well who the hell do you think you are? Sue App?

And I said that's exactly who I am.

Life's journey to the grave should not be one arriving with a pretty well-preserved body,

but rather skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke thoroughly torn out

thoroughly used up proclaiming wildly wow what a ride. There's something fishy going on here. All right Joe Rodriguez, the greatest friend of the poon. I don't know if anybody who loves the poon more than you.

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