I fished a private pond for an hour this afternoon.
What a gorgeous day . . . the definition of Indian summer.
I didn't do too much in the way of catching - - just one 10" brookie that I landed near the start and three 8" ones that I reeled in toward the end.
But I did have one interesting experience. After I was there about half an hour, a great blue heron (let's call him "Fred") landed on the opposite bank and just sat and watched me.
Then, when I started to move around a little, Fred took off in a slow motion fashion that I can only compare to an old man rising out of a barca-lounger and flew up to the branch (about 20 feet off the ground) of a pine tree next to the pond, where he proceeded to perch and stare at me for about 10 minutes.
Eventually, I made my way along the shore until I was almost directly under the tree that Fred was perched in.
At first, my proximity didn't seem to bother him, but after a I made a particularly noisy cast a minute or so later, he flew off to a slightly higher branch in a different tree further down the shore, where he continued to watch me until I left about 10 minutes later.