Remind we why we do go fishing? Not a fin in sight - glorious river - glorious place. The fly fisher prods and casts and probes every nook and cranny of the river. Listening and looking, smelling the water and tasting the air. He's aware that grassy back could mean crickets and the tree could be home to juicy fish food.
Two minutes before and ten minutes after this scene the canyon was echoed to a few dozen teenagers on rafts.