I fished for big fish but kept getting bumps, so I finally rigged for what I thought was doing the bumping and had lots of fun catching lots of these.
I ranged downriver a ways, still looking for salmon or steelhead. These vultures, and more of their kind, were also working the river and riding the strong wind ahead of an approaching front.
I kept gravitating back to the run under the bridge. I worked it thoroughly, several times, looking for something big.
I didn't find it, but I caught one more little smallie who hit this fly almost as big as he was. Maybe it was self-defense.