That's Nice! I'm not much of a fisherman, but one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen, was when I was wading with a flyrod for stripers at Charlestown Breachway. The sun was sinking in the west and glittering off the water. Tiny silver baitfish were leaping up, out of the water, as the stripers chased the schools. They were like chrome butterflys, flittering around me.
Of course, I'm one of the 90% of fishermen that catch 10% of the fish, so I went home empty-handed again. But definitely richer for that memory.