Last year Slinger, a friend of his and I decided to go back to our primal roots and sling some eels off the South County shore one evening. Again the fog rolled in and we needed to navigate by GPS in the dark on the way home. This was only a few months into my tenure with the new boat and electronics and I was trying to find some visual clues that would help me ratify what the little box on my console was telling me. I kept looking toward the shoreline and focusing on what appeared to be a distinct dark cloud. The funny thing was this clound kept following us and was really starting to fuel some questions in my mind about whether I could trust the instruments to get us home. After a few more minutes I came to realize that I should be named king of the idiots as the cloud I was so intently following was actually the shadow cast by the stern light and Slingers head on the fog.