We’ve all been there. You’ve driven through the darkness of early morning, committed to making that first cast on your favorite weed edge at sunrise. But as you guide your rig across the small parking ...

From the front seat of my brother’s SUV, I smelled the faintest whiff of scorched metal but paid little heed—until, that is, we reached the launch-ramp parking lot, got out, and saw the sizzling-hot ...