Night fishing in Arkansas back in July. Lights only come on in the rowboat when a fish makes contact. Otherwise, bobbing along in the dark, you feel like a traveler on a fiberglass spaceship. Delirious from a hangover bandaged with the shampoo-effect many times over, you begin to see things out in the dark. The safety goggles protect against wayward backcasts returning from the void at breakneck speed - and though they impair your vision, it don’t hardly matter when the fog is as thick as a bowl of oatmeal. The hook in the shoulder didn’t hurt as bad as it would’ve in the eye. Did you feel a bite? Or was that your imagination as you nodded off while blindly double-hauling into the mist? Cigs are optional, but highly recommended to sharpen the senses. Far out, dude.