Fishing pliers have come a long way over the years, and I've bought almost every new model that's been introduced. Research, you know. Some corroded almost as quickly as my old needle-nosers and were discarded. Others were deep-sixed because the cutters dulled up and chipped. And, of course, I've dropped more than a few pliers overboard, lost others on riverbanks and in salt marshes, left them in motels and fishing lodges, and watched them bounce into the wake when a bass-boat jockey mashed down the throttle and went airborne. I've even flipped several pairs of expensive fishing pliers into the water when trying to clear a piece of monofilament from the cutters by waving the pliers in the air. But I've faithfully replaced all lost or discarded fishing pliers, and today, my collection runneth over. I've got them stashed in tackle bags and boxes, tucked into wader pockets, fly vests, and foul-weather gear, and squirreled away in my truck, my desk drawers, and my belly boat, canoe, and outboard boat.