Approaching an open-water, tightly-clustered stand of cypress trees in upper Lake Marion on the Santee Cooper lakes, my bream fishing buddy cut the already slow-motoring throttle off, 200 yards from the target. My partner then went old-school, using a custom-built sculling paddle to continue our stealthy approach. As instructed, I prepped my rig without making a sound, and I hunkered down, keeping a low profile. Standing was forbidden by this bream-master. All the boat-wa