 Here in Indian territory at five in the morning, I had to locate a guide to lead us into the woods. I see a light, Phyllis. Light where? Through the trees up ahead. Turn off the headlights. Like a lantern or a flashlight coming its way. It's an Indian. Hello. Hello. You lost? Yes, we arrived a little later than we expected. Not sure of the way. No good with our guide. Fishing? Yes.