My buddy Joe Corallo was a “meat fisherman.” He always said, “You go fishing to catch fish – it’s not a social event.” He called me a leisure fisherman because I’ll go fishing anytime, anywhere, until I get hungry and go home.

Joe only fished two hours before high tide until two hours after high tide and that was it. If I continued fishing, he’d reel in his line and sit and huff until I went home with him. His boat was the nautical counterpart of him – a mean fishing machine, a 24-foot Mako center console with no frills.