As the skiff of the lone fisherman rippled though the quiet water, the trees around it seemed to spring to life.

This one, a round, tree-lined pond, had a lone fisherman sitting in its center on a bucket surrounded by tip-ups.

He had brought along his green beach chair, tool box, knife, weights, rod and wire, and he stood before the roaring white waves, a lone fisherman.

A lone fisherman sat at the end of one of the docks negligently holding a long cane pole.

It was no trouble now for Peter to sit still, for he was too interested in watching this lone fisherman to think of leaving.

Literally, a lone fisherman has to do both but can only do one at a time.

He did pass a rowing craft in which sat a lone fisherman.

A lone fisherman, bundled up against the chill wind blowing across the bay, waits patiently for a flounder to bite.

At the end of the pier, a lone fisherman in an orange cap, there since dawn, cast his lines from long poles.

A lone fisherman further up the beach was driving a plastic pipe into the sand to make a stand for his rod.