Typically the moose hunt here begins around the 15th of September, because we don't have a freezer and hang the meat in the shed until Nature's deep freeze in early October, but this fall my wife, Lori, and I, started hunting on the 11th. It was drizzling rain that day and we went upriver about fifteen miles.
Stopped at a trapping cabin during the day to take the chill off and warm up.
Didn't see anything, but had a great day on the river.
The next day dawned with breaking clouds and sunshine and we floated and motored down about ten miles, stopped at a spot and called and had snacks and tea.
Motored back and did some grayling fishing along the way at a couple of great fishing holes, and on one stretch of gravel bar while motoring back up there was a piece of drift log that had an odd looking branch. As we came alongside it I kept looking and it looked like the carving of a large bird. And then the head moved.
Pulled over and it was an immature bald eagle, likely with injured wing, though we couldn't tell.
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