I walked out to the lake. It was early in the evening, and the setting sun painted red and orange hues on the horizon. It looked like mini-fireworks were going off, bombarding the clouds with color. It mattered little to me. I was going to try it. I took my small rowboat’s anchor and put it into the boat, then went out to where I knew from previous measurements that the lake was deep enough for it to be a habitat. I anchored the boat, feeling my tiny vessel rock with the shift in weight. It was a small lake, only a quarter of a mile wide, and a little less than half long. So it was a wonder that the fish in the lake were able to reach t