Look at this floating hulk of doom. And there's lots more where this came from. It's like a nautical conspiracy. And if we are down wind of the fishing boats you can actually smell them. It's dawned on me that this is becoming a blog about nothing. It's like a sienfeld episode about if Jerry and George went sailing - "You know, there's something fascinating about these FADs. Have you ever seen one? They're like the pied pipers of the sea, drawing all sorts of fish right to them. And why do we always talk about "putting them out to sea"? Why not just leave them by the beach? It's like having your own personal sushi conveyor belt, but instead of California rolls and sashimi, it's marlin, tuna, and mahi-mahi. One day you're reeling in a big one and the next, who knows? It's a never-ending cycle of surprises, right in your own backyard. Now that's what I call convenience!" Luckily for everyone ther...