I had caught a trout when a school of kokanee came in. I had caught four and threw them out on the ice as I tried to continue catching them. I heard a swooshing sound and saw two bald eagles fly by the shelter picking up two of my kokanee. My camera was in my sled outside and I was minus two of my fish.
I was surprised that the eagles would dive within eight feet of my red shelter to pick up my fish. A fisherman about a hundred yards up the lake told me an eagle had stolen a fish from another fisherman during the week and had been so close that it wing had hit the man. It was probably the one of the two that raided me.
I had moved one of my rods about 30 feet away to fish some rocks for trout while I continued catching kokanee. I had just caught a trout when the man yelled at me that an eagle was coming. I dropped the fish and ran for my camera.
Here is what I got from this attack:
At about 12 feet away, I messed up some of the pictures as the eagle was moving too fast and the sky was very cloudy and dark.
I did not get another trout, but went home with a trout and six kokanee.
The most important things I went home with was images and memories of another great day in the Wilds of Idaho.