The little trib, with the beaver dam and the overhanging brush. The sun is going down behind the canyon wall and the shadows are creeping longer as the air temperature cools below that of the water. There are big fish in this little water and they are ready for dinner. Only they won’t eat the same parachute you were throwing on the bigger water earlier in the day. These fish know better. So you put on the slow creep, stay low and tie on a sparkle dun. It’s dinner time.