"Well, I was out running around the old oxbow, and I heard something, but I couldn't see clearly. It was too dark, and my sight's pretty watery. Could have been one fishy character or two, and I'm not sure of the color of their shirts, red or blue..."
What he had here, the forestry officer realized, feeling an increasing sense of despair, was a babbling brook.
"Dam it," the officer said. "Shut UP. I was just fishing for information!"