Intently focusing through the early morning glare cast upon the water, my gaze followed the little green indicator as it drifted toward my downstream position. It followed along the small seam formed by the upstream barrier wall, and then danced its way in a lazy circle as it turned into the small eddy formed where the gravel bar I was standing on forced the water to my right. Did it bounce? My mind rushed to keep up with the information it was receiving since the window to strike was such a short second. Then "YES" as the indicator ever so slightly dipped below the surface, signaling me to raise my arm. The pulsing weight on the end of my line let me know that my timing was correct, and a fish was on the other end.