The fish, as usual, could not be seen but yet their presence was ‘felt’. It was very obvious to the angler in the failing light. This feeling of course could have been attributable to the bass angler’s constant companion, hope, but on this occasion the instinct was founded in something more primitive, simpler perhaps. The angler moved quickly across the wet slippery rocks with a careful intent purpose. If we could stop for a moment, interrupt, and ask where his confidence, where his source of heightened expectation quick movements and excitement came from he would surely turn to look at us, confused, eager to get on and disappointed maybe in our failure to recognize the signals which directed him inexorably to the possibilities of what might lie ahead……..