A couple of years ago I took the family down to Table Rock for a vacation. We got there late and after I put the boat in we had to go to town to get groceries. It was bed time by the time we got back, but I was so pumped I couldn't sleep so I decided to walk down to the lighted dock. When I got there, there was a heron standing on the end of the dock under the light. As I approached, he got upset and flew off. Then I noticed that the fish were swirling under the light at the end of the dock. Thousands of them just swimming in a counter clock-wise circle. They would get to swimming so fast that they would make a votex in the center and when they got to a frenzy, all of a sudden a bigger fish would swim out from under the dock and make a pass through the herd before ducking back in.
I decided to try to snag one of these big boys to see what it was (bass, pike, ?). As I was fishing, I heard the sound of someone walking on the dock, but I couldn't see anyone. Just as I was about convinced the thing was haunted, I saw something overhead out of the corner of my eye. I was ole Mr. Heron. He had come back and was watching me from off of the roof. After about an hour, I decided to go back up to the cabin and as I walked away he swooped back down to his original spot, but kept turning to watch as I walked away.