Sometimes during the warmer months, we have moments that draw us back again and again. As I watched the father and sons, the grandpas and grandsons or any other combination, it was amazing to see the eagerness as they unpacked and headed out for an evening of warm weather and hopefully many bites. The rig was as varied as one can imagine with their secret lore. I had to add them all together as they elbowed for room on the pier or out in a fishing boat. Late summers are the best.