“Moonlight on a duck blind, catfish on a trot line.”
Lyrics I can honestly not relate to at all, yet love all the same from Brad Paisley’s Mud On The Tires.

And anyway, the next verse:
“Sun sets about nine this time of year. We can throw a blanket down. Crickets singin’ in the background. And more stars that you can count on a night this clear.”

On a cold Canadian winter night, I dare anyone to not romanticize that, right?