"Don't look up", he yells as he strips out another few feet of monofilament. What kind of nonsense is that? You're standing in a small boat being violently rocked by a beam sea, hoping to hell you can get a motor started before the whole shooting match gets swamped and some joker yells "don't look up". Of course I look up. Trouble is, I don't see anything because there's an eight foot wall of water staring me in the face. Vintage Charlie, only...