It was two old bears growling at each other. The presiding officer let them growl for a bit and then lifted the gavel. I can still hear it ringing, echoing, startling to silence. Then the presiding officer said something I will never forget. What we need here is a little more light and a lot less heat.
More light is good.
Perhaps you make your way through a gray fog, the lake shrouded with mist. You find your spot, tie to a tree or stump or put down an anchor, and wait. In the silence you wonder where you are and why. You can hardly see ten feet in front of you. But you are a fisher and that's what fishers do.