WILL: At 36,000feet, we left behind our intention of being men on a fishing adventure andturned into idiots. The jet was pointed toward Alaska. Empty beer cans sat onour tray tables. It was June 21, the longest day of the year in the NorthernHemisphere. For days we would chase fish under the watchful eye of an eternalsun. So, why not fish as long as possible, in as many places as possible, withas little sleep as possible? It was a premise sure to produce good stories, butit was also pretty stupid. Our physical and mental condition was alreadyquestionable. Delays had turned into cancellations and a rerouting throughAtlanta. We were worn thin and still had four hours before landing inAnchorage.