The smell of the river, so clean with just that touch of earth. The rock of the boat and the sound of the water rippling beneath the hull. Frogs singing their good morning! Chugarum! The zing of the fishing line as it goes sailing over the water. The awesome satisfaction of a perfect cast. Anticipation. Seeing that jewel of a bobber disappear under the water. Snap, jerk! Reel, reel, reel! Spotting the wriggling, twisting sparkle of the sun perch on the end of the line. Worms, hooks and poles. Iced down sodas, cold bologna sandwiches, and the feel of the sun on my face. It’s 6 am on the river. It’s time spent together. It’s perfect.