Drifting nipissing with bottom bouncers for walleye with my brother. No running outboard to talk over. The water lapping the side of the cedar strip. Some spots we don't even bother with the depthfinder.
"There's the bottom change."
"Yep."
"There's the start of the ridge."
"Yep."
"Fish on!"
"Yep."
"They're down the other side of the ridge today."
"Yep."
Sometimes followed by a second "Fish on."
We'll often go for long stretches without saying a word, and other times we'll be busting a gut at a long forgotten family calamity or an embarrassing event (You puke on your shoes just once and it always get brought up, never mind the time our cousin flung a burning gas can across the yard... the hair grew back).
It's based in part on years of memories and that fact that now it is often only once or twice a year we get to sit in a boat together and not talk.