I Think The Fat Lady Is Getting Ready To Sing.

 

With Jean and her sister off to visit her brother in Cleveland, the original plan was for me to stay down at the Lordville Estate until Sunday. With gale force winds on Thursday I worked all day getting the camp ready for closedown. Spent the morning Friday crossing items off the list, filled the car with another load for the transfer station and headed out with it about 1:30. From the transfer station I drove back up to the Bk which was 50cfs lower than two days ago, and stopped at a place three pools down from my eagle encounter of a week or two ago.

Was in the pool no more than ten minutes when a couple of loud screeches announced the arrival of the eagle. Rose three fish that refused my fly and then hooked a 12 inch rainbow. Kept my eyes on both the fish and the eagle. When the fish was no more than fifteen feet away from me he started to splash on the surface, saw the eagle bend forward ready to take flight, gave the rod a stiff jerk intending to break the fish off, (once again the hook came out), and the fish was gone. The eagle sat back up and gave a couple disdainful screeches. I reeled it in and left. I'm not in the business of supplying trout for eagles to eat.

Had a quiet night at the fishing camp watching the Lordville deer, (no bucks made an appearance). Saturday morning I put up another blue bird house, crossed off everything but the "last day" items on the close down list, and headed for home. If conditions change, I'll be back down to fish. If the WB stays high and muddy, and the rest of the rivers remain as low as they now are, I'll be up in a tree watching the migration of brown creepers and golden crowned kinglets. Hopefully a nice buck will give me a shot that's too good to pass up.

Jim D. gets full credit for Garden Party where Rick Nelson learned his lesson. Linda Ronstadt's "Your No Good" was the song going through my mind. Sometimes there's more than one right answer. Jim D., I too saw Judy Collins, with Arlo Guthrie a long, long time ago at the War Memorial, and much later at the Civic Center, how time goes by. 

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