"There is a moment sailors call Slack Tide, when the tide is neither coming in nor going out, perfectly still. A moment frozen in time when the world seems to stop and briefly rest. Everything is quiet, peaceful, tranquil, undisturbed." With no water moving the fish stop biting and I put down my rod and soak in my surroundings. This brief window allows me to eat my lunch and visually capture the kelp forrest that I am now motionlessly floating in. The suns warm glow illuminates kelp stringers as baitfish weave through her maze.