As the fisherman loose one line after another in the river, it all is bound to reappear somewhere, coming back to the surface to be welcomed be new eyes. From two summer seasons of collecting the lines that amaze, plus the lines that we just catch, we slowly took them part and sorted through it all, finding what we could use and what could be tossed. It's back from the dead, resurfacing from the bitter cold Alaskan waters.