Thanks for posting. Reminds me of rushing home from work, changing clothes, getting all the gear ready, loading up the beer cooler, and heading out to the pond I called "number two" (because there were three on the property where I was living). The owner had asked me to "fish it out," because he was afraid that the mature largemouth bass would not allow the little ones to grow. I mean, can life be any more perfect?
I'd launch the rowboat, carefully and with great effort, because I didn't want to "wake" the bass up. Life was perfect. The water was still, and the scene was idyllic. Nature abounded.
Then I would realize that the beer was gone, the sun was down, and I had not made a single cast.