There was the time I fished with Frank and his son, Frank Jr., or "Jocko," during the final day of the Pompano Beach Fishing Rodeo. A longtime Rodeo volunteer, Frank was supposed to stage a Bimini start with a flare from his 25-foot Mako Soft Head. Turns out, he didn't need to. He hadn't noticed, but the wiring in the livewell was smoking so badly that everyone figured he had already fired the flare, and away they went: The day was off to an auspicious start. Later that afternoon, Jocko lost his balance and fell overboard into the spread of fast-swimming lures with very sharp double hook-sets. We retrieved him, and things got better when Frank caught the winning white marlin on one of his lures. Like a lot of brilliant people, there was more to the man than appearances and actions would suggest.