Kenneth and Josh Smith fished with me this weekend. As bad as things seem sometimes, I would love for you to meet Josh. He was torn to pieces eight years ago in a motorcycle accident. Had his spine rebuilt from “Cadaver Parts.” Josh is one tough son of a bitch, fished all day, landing about nine redfish, an equal number of humongous sheephead, pompano and trout. This is a man after my own heart. Thank you, Josh, for the privilege of guiding you to those fish.
January 11, 2006
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