Had to get back to home waters after a tough time on the Henry's. There were only two of us fishing in spite of it being Labor Day weekend: me and the eagle. She perched here after making a pass and missing a fish.
I managed to get a few. It felt good to have a little weight straining my wrist again. These weren't huge, but they weren't pleeps, either. The last one was a long, lean eighteen incher.
I know she catches more fish than I ever will, but maybe on this day, in honor of all her labor, I should have shared with the eagle.