I’m not sure this won’t spawn a revolution in casting instruction – curing timing ills, yips, wild animal incursion, and your golf swing – all with a single inhalation. Billed as an anesthetic delivery system for children and capable of administering nitrous oxide in precise dosages, why not have a  dozen ampoules in your vest for those “strategic” moments when your partner sets hook like Godzilla …

…or when the enraged Grizzly is charging the pair of you in dense underbrush –  as your pal giggles and points at 800 pounds of furry carnage you turn and run yelling, “take a big snort – it’ll turn you invisible!”

Watching some fellow attempting to cast for the first time, frantically keeping the line aloft by redoubling his efforts; hand him the head piece innocently and mention, “… talk to Captain Kirk …” That’ll slow tensed muscles and whippet-like reflexes so timing has a chance to assert itself.

I’d call it the “(Giggle) Sure!©” as it’s the only response you’ll hear once huffing starts in earnest.

A flat tire at the access and it’s black dark? Just crank the dial a couple notches and ask your pal to “walk to town for me, and get me a couple new tires, I’ll wait here … Oh, and a pizza …”

It’s certainly not for everyone as it’ll play hell with tying small dry flies. Big and colorful is suddenly twice as appealing, but by the third fly all you can think of is a Mango-Chutney Daiquiri with a generous dollop of Peanut Butter, and you’ll play hell finding those late at night.

Just think up a convincing tale for your buddy’s spouse – you’ll have to explain the torn clothing and abrasions somehow.