While driving along the Missouri River early last June, I spied this lone angler at work. It was late afternoon. The PMD's were just starting to hatch. Fish were rising.
So, I drove up the road, found an open spot. Slipping into the water, I became part of a similar dreamy scene for passing anglers. The fish, so close, agreeably sipped the PMD presented barely at arms length.
Nirvana for me.