Eagles and Chinooks

 

It was a Wednesday evening and Wednesdays are special. As a young father with two little boys in diapers and a wife in a constant panic of cabin fever, it was extremely difficult to break away to do any quality fishing. This was doubly hard because I was a fisheries biologist, and spent my day out on the water......but couldn’t fish it. Try to explain that one to the wife! We finally reached a compromise. I could go out after work on Wednesday evenings if I was home in time to tuck the boys in for bed. Probably why I fished the Trafton pool so much - close to home.

I had been experimenting with surface flies for steelhead at that time, and there is simply no better fish to learn on, than the Deer Creek wild summer steelhead. I came to the same conclusion twenty years ago, that I carry today. Deer Creek steelhead not only take surface flies, they prefer them over wets.

I could tell you of a magic evening where I handled six of them, all on wakers and skaters, but that's another story.

This particular evening was in mid August, and I was in a bind. It had been hot and sunny all day and I didn’t want to proceed my way down the pool, until the evening shadows covered the water. On the other hand, I was thinking about my two little boys and a bed time. I needed to fish.

I was methodically working my little orange winged muddler down the pool, covering every piece of water the best I could. I noticed the eagle in the tree. Weren’t many eagles back in those days, and seldom would you see one past the end of a Chum salmon season. Never saw two birds, never saw a nest, but this mature bird would sit intently on his perch and watch me fish. As I was finishing the pool near the tailout at dusk, I had long since forgot about the Eagle. This was some of the best water, and I felt “fishy”. At this time a large Chinook salmon came blasting up the skinny tailout. This large male was pushing forty pounds, and the water he was negotiating was so shallow I was surprised he could even remain upright, as he fought his way up through the riffle. I was taking this all in when out of nowhere comes this Eagle and lands right on the back of this Chinook!

Now let me explain two indelible laws of nature:

1) Eagle talons have a biological system we call “Latent Protractile System”, which means they can grab something really fast , but they cant let go....really fast.

2) If you have ever filleted a large Chinook, he is all muscle and bone. Lean machine

So the Eagle has landed, decides this the biggest dinner he has ever had, but Chinooky has other plans. He just puts it into hyperdrive and shoots on up the riffle and into the pool....Eagle and all.

I am sure what transpired next only took a few seconds, but as they were going right by me, I swear I could see the panic in the eye of Mr. Eagle!

At first the raptor was well above the water line, but as the King approached deeper water it was like “down periscope”. The eagle was up to his shins ( if they have those), then up to his chest, then up to his neck then finally only the V of his wings, as the Chinook surged ahead into deeper water. I found myself screaming “ Let go, idiot!”

As if on cue, the Eagle popped to the surface, and kind of flopped his way to the shore. There he stood, hunched over, trying to figure what the hell happened. He was so tired, I am sure I could have walked over and pick him up.

I have decided sometimes in life, there is a very fine line between a really great day, and a total disaster

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