Here's the scenario.....
You're in a favorite run and it's full of players.
It's least 100 yards long...probably longer.....yep, longer.
It's all yours and there's no friggin' wind.
The wading is tough but that's the trade for good structure.
The casts are coming pure....most anyway.
It's big water and you have the range dialed.
You hooked up and landed a nice fish at the head.
Now you're snot-nosed and pushing hard...hell, you're moving down on the swing.

This would be rock....loud, heavy metal rock barely audible over the roar of the rapids downstream.
And hopefully there's fresh underwear back at camp.

DD
Who has the above on the schedule for this weekend.
Hopefully it plays out.