Some days its nice to make hazy even more hazy. The idea of remembering that day of fishing on a pier is a hazy memory for me. Photography took over and fishing was left behind. I look back fondly at those time. Some times I am even tempted to pull out my damn quick reel, ultra light rod and tackle box. If for nothing else than to use my red devil lure, it would be worth it. The pull of the art is stronger though.