I had to forego the afternoon and make an evening of it. It was an exceptionally beautiful evening, and my fish came at the beginning and the end.
I caught both trolling, the first in the hot sun, the last in the cool moonlight.
In between, the lake was absolutely calm and the rises were virtually nonexistent. So I watched the moon rise and the sun set, and listened to the crickets and katydids and coyotes and eagles and ducks and crows and Kingfishers, and peace and contentment settled gently over me like the cool darkness.
I'll be sad to see August go.