Kent and Lynn: three hours and not a bite.  Eagle: 60 seconds and he took home his dinner.  We drowned worms, rattled lures along the surface, and stirred up the weeds with dozens of casts.  Nothing!  We called it quits and motored off toward camp.  An eagle soared down from his perch high above the lake for one graceful loop across our wake.  His powerful legs lowered and his talons extended.  With one smooth swoop to the water’s surface he claimed a nice sized fish and powered his way back up to the nest to enjoy his dinner.  It was impressive and a bit humbling.  It’s a good thing we have groceries in the motorhome.