The story
The old hull wall was green above the water and blue beneath it. A seam of copper-coloured metal ran along the lower edge. I had passed it for years without noticing how neatly it held the light. Tonight my handmade spoon seemed to belong beside it.
The lure turned once, then twice. A bass followed from the shade, keeping just enough distance to make the whole exercise feel like an inspection. I slowed the retrieve and watched the copper flash disappear against the wall, then return.
The fish left before I could decide what I had learned. Back at the bench, I polished only one side of the spoon. I wanted to remember the uneven light rather than improve every mark out of existence.
A useful experiment leaves you with a more interesting question.