I wait at my truck, perhaps messing about in my tackle, and then, as most of the others leave, I go back to the river. This is the dusk river, the real river. I think wild things not only prefer the spatial edge of habitat, the transition zone between their feeding place and their shelter, but also the temporal edge, the transition zones between day and night. In my experience with deer, turkey, fish, and other animals the bulk of the activity I see is either just at dawn or juat at dusk. Part of this, I'm sure, is that dusk and dawn define the edges of the night.
Day seems to be the lesser time for many animals.
Perhaps that is their accommodation to our presence, our world. They have given us the day and have kept the night for themselves. This night may have been auspicious, full. Already I had taken seven fish. The activity at the Benson Hole was fast.