Into nature's den, beauty all around me, water rippling checkerboarded
across the top of Lake Bartlett.
Mountains being shadowed by electric black storm clouds, a vulture coasting through the sky, looking for something to eat.
Wake buoys bobbing with the waves and tides, created by boats passing by.
Watching it all as I lie in wait with my line in the water.
Calm, serene, waiting for a fish to bite.
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I feel I could almost be there in your poem. Did you catch anything?