The place that comes to mind is a small lake on the edge of my town, Pokhara in western Nepal. It isn't the famous lake that tourists visit, but a quieter one about twenty minutes away by scooter, surrounded by rice terraces and a few farmhouses.
The people who fish there are mostly local men, a lot of them retired, who come early in the morning with bamboo rods and a flask of tea. On weekends younger people come too, and some families bring children, who fish with just a line and a hook tied to a stick. There are also a couple of farmers who fish there for food rather than fun, and they use small nets from wooden boats.
It's a very calm place. The water is a greenish colour, there's mist over it in the mornings, and on clear days you can see the snowy mountains behind it, which is a pretty incredible background for doing nothing. Apart from the birds and the odd splash, it's almost silent.
To be honest, I'm not much of a fisherman myself. I've tried a few times with my father and caught only one tiny fish, which we let go. But I love going there anyway. I usually sit on the bank with a book while my father fishes, and it's one of the few times we talk properly, about work, about family, about anything. I'm an accountant, so most of my week is spent looking at screens, and that lake is where I switch off. I'd be quite sad if it were ever developed for tourism, because its peacefulness is exactly what makes it special.