During the smallmouth fishing foray, one too-small-to-keep but too-injured-to-survive-release flipped clumsily on the waters surface near by.  It is sad to see that we caused such waste.  But wait, a gull plunged down and latched onto what would make a real feast for him.  He pulled at it but tried as he might, couldn’t lift it.  Other gulls circled near by challenging him for his find.  All at once, they all disappeared.  It was so odd that they would leave that ready meal.

A pair of outstretched talons below powerful wings swooped in to claim the feast.  The gulls lost out to the local bald eagles.  It took them several attempts just 100 feet from the boat but before long they had snatched it up.