EAGLE ICE

Last October I tagged along with the family fishermen as official photographer.  I finally determined to accompany them again mostly because I wanted to take photos of their friend Charley the Eagle. See the guys' photos of him coming in to grab a fish here. 

For some reason the fishermen swear fishing is best 
just as the sun rises over this piece of Siberia in Montana.

First order of business is drilling holes through three feet of solid lake.

Then while I gawk in wonder at the fearsome beauty of the place…

 Beavis, DH and their friend, Kent, set up to bag that trophy trout.

 Then the excitement begins.  Wow.

 Okay, I admit another reason I went along was to try out 

the snowshoes I purchased at a super price on Ebay.

 I wandered around and saw lots and lots of coyote tracks...

Fantastic ice formations…

And wait!  Who is sitting over on that pole waiting for his free breakfast?

Charlie!  Hot Dang! Don’t go anywhere big guy.

 I’m coming to take your closeup!

 You can tell he was thrilled to see me.

 So much so that when I got within getting a good photo, 

he dropped his payload…

…and flew away in a blur. Nuts!

 Meanwhile, back at excitement city, something was happening. 

DH had hooked a fish and Beavis was ready with the gaff to bring it in.

  (Secretly I hoped it was a trash fish that they would toss out for Charley to eat).

 It was a big beautiful rainbow trout.

Smile! 

 That was about the only action for a long, cold time.  

So Beavis gathered up gear and moved to a more promising spot far away.  

He phoned me when he got a fish on the line.  So I followed.

But Wait!  There’s Charley over there on a fence post.  

Don’t move.  I’m coming as fast as these snowshoes will go.

 Drat!

 Beavis did indeed have a very fine fish.  

But not one he was willing to feed the eagle.

  Alas it wasn’t a day to catch many fish of any kind.  

So I had to be content with my few blurry photos of a bald eagle 

and plenty of astounding scenery.

 Even though I tried to keep moving to keep my body temperature up, I still started to freeze solid.  Although; my fancy glove liners and these hand warmers which gave off heat through some kind of chemical reaction, made it possible for me to take photos even in those arctic conditions.

 Conclusion:  Ice fishermen are insane but I do love the flavor of fresh trout.