I’ve mentioned before that my Dear Hubby is an avid ice fisherman. I blame it on his Danish heritage and complete idiocy—whichever comes first. Both traits must be genetic since his sons will also spend hours on a frozen lake in temperatures cold enough to freeze eyeballs solid, just so they can come home and gut fish.
They always have stories to tell about the ones that got away.
However, Beavis proved they don’t always get away
when he brought this one home last week.
It’s a four pound brown trout that measured twenty-three inches long.
The guys also tell stories about feeding eagles.
Most of the time the fish they catch are rainbow and brown trout. But occasionally they hook a white fish. Some people like fresh water white fish, but these guys don’t think them worth the trouble so they toss them out in the snow to be eaten by scavengers when they leave.
I guess an eagle or two appreciate the easy meal and now show up out of nowhere when the whitefish are tossed. I’ve heard the stories about their “pet eagle.” So I finally got DH to take a camera and get photos.
Apparently these eagles watch for the tossed white fish.
They come cruising in to check out the fresh meal in the snow.
Usually they can collect the fish and fly off without missing a beat.
With an eagle eye on the people…
they enjoy their lunch.
I’d say they have the fishermen trained pretty well.