Once while fishing a lake here on Orcas I noticed a woodpecker knocking away at a snag right at the waterline. I could see little pieces of wood fluttering down into the water, about a foot off of the steep rock bank. A fish rose right where that stuff was landing, and then rose again. I hurredly tied on a black ant and crept the canoe as close as I dared, then sat that fly right where the rises had been. No hesitation there--an immediate take and a fine series of jumps before I boated and released a spunky 16" cutt. Now I'm always looking and listening for woodpeckers...