I take my hat off to my nephew, Talmage Gunther, who braved sub-freezing temps, blowing snow, and up-canyon winds to fish the Lower Provo River with my bro-in-law Bruce and I last Saturday. This was Tal's first full-fledged fly-fishing experience with the "big boys" and he held his own just fine for a 12-year old in tough weather. In fact, he nailed a nice brownie (with just a bit of tactical help from Dad - call it a "team catch") on a size 18 bead-head nymph in a tight ripple.
The real "catch" was the bald eagle we all spotted within 5 minutes of getting out of the car. Usually, baldies are seen soaring hundreds of feet up on the rising therms. This one, however, was clearly in hunting mode, only 20 feet above the river corridor, eyes laser-focused, wings quivering for stability. It was the closest shot I had ever seen of a bald eagle in the wild.
I liked this story back when you told us the Eagle was ticked off.
ReplyDeleteEagles always look ticked to me.
ReplyDeleteNice to see Tal--I'll definitely show him! Glad you are settling in to your hobbies of the outdoors and the written word so nicely.
ReplyDeleteLove the video footage. Video with photos is great, totally worth the effort. Makes me want to be there. Slay with streamers is a nice touch. But the lonely girls at the Maverick? You better run that one off...
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