I'm learning fly-fishing. Today, my first cast snaps the fly into the back of my head. After I unhook myself, I switch to roll casting, which keeps the fly at a safe distance from my person. After a few deft rolls, I scramble up fly, leader and line so effectively that the whole thing has to come out of the water. I sit on the bank getting myself straightened out, with my back to Tod, who is prudently silent.
Rain falls, wind blows, rocks sit, water gurgles.
None of these things alarm fish. It helps to blend in. You need to pretend that you were extruded from a volcanic firepit millennia ago, and were cooled and smoothed and shaped over the eons by the very stream in which you now stand. It helps if you can stop thinking and let the sound of the river trickle in one ear and out the other. In a flash, you realize that you've just been teetering on the brink between Something and Nothing.