Salmon on a treadmill. That is what this looked like.
The fish came swimming steadily at me, daring this way and that. Occasionally, an interloper would be spotted, then with a quick whoosh we’d gone. No practical options came to mind. Music was out of the question, and tea only aggravated them.
Still, on they came. The water was not still, of course. Live water never is. It was flowing gently, and the fish were swimming vigorously upstream.
Really, the best answer was to get out of their way.
Or, if salmon for dinner was attractive, take advantage of their distraction.
Just remember that others might also be interested in the salmon and try not to step on that bear…