TALES FROM THE TIDELINE
You know the moment: you’re winding up for a cast into that likely looking eddy, or maybe you’re playing something with a little more meat on its bones than the scant pickings you’ve recently had to endure. Or, worse, perhaps you’re doing your best to pull out of an awkward snag (always the moment that, with hindsight, makes you think: Why the hell didn’t I listen to myself and not cast into that spot in the first place?). Whichever it is, it has inevitably led you to that moment when the beloved piece of carbon in your hand makes
