fishing is a strange past-time and not one that i particularly enjoy. i could never (and still don’t) understand the attraction. you run a hook through something gross like a bug or a worm and cast the line into the water. then you wait. and wait. and wait. it could take hours, but what’s the rush? eventually, (hopefully) a fish will bite, but when it does, you don’t reel it in immediately. you want to be sure the fish gets a good hold on the hook so you don’t miss the opportunity and lose “the big one”. you watch the action of the line so that at just the right 