My first outing with a new and waterproof camera last summer; I struggled with and overcame the ingrained aversion to getting cameras wet, much less intentionally sticking them underwater, and voilà!
Bubbles, lots of beautiful bubbles, and fish! Swimming trout everywhere following the ledges, patrolling the fringe, effortless grace in motion.
More curious than wary, they often made quick passes by the shiny blue and chrome of the camera.
A hierarchy emerged, big fish deep in the green holes, smaller ones on the upper edges, and in the shallow quiet eddies the little fingerlings, this one about an inch and a half in length.
The fishing rods have not been seen since. Why waste all that effort trying to catch them when I can simply snag a tin of kippers for lunch and go take their picture?