The dawn is breaking over the hills. Hal lets his fly hesitate as the flyline swims downstream below him. He lifts up and the rod goes down. At first he thinks he s into a steelhead, but you can tell by the shake of the rod, its a foul hooked sucker. Let it hang down too long , I muse.
Suckers lie in the slack water edge off the steelhead currents.
Sure enough, A moment later, a brown sucker thrashes in the surface. I hate unhooking suckers. So this sucker is slashing around in the surface and, just like that, this eagle swoops down, snatches up the fish and heads back to the nest. Hals reel cranks off. Now picture this.