All-night Fishermen
Last night I was camped at a picnic ground on a small lake near the highway and a very busy rail line. I knew it was going to be loud, so I put in the earplugs.
But what was it I heard when I woke up about 2am? Slosh, Slosh? Could it be some big animal wading in the lake? What kind? Slosh, Slosh. Semiconscious, I tried not to worry about it. But of course I never really got back to sleep because I kept hearing the slosh, slosh.
Finally, I pulled myself out of the tent to take a look. It was several Spanish-speaking fishermen, using flashlights. I'm quite sure they were fishing from 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning until after I left at 7:30 or so. And when I asked them (in Spanish) if they were getting anything, they said no! All-night fishermen!