If you look closely, you can see the Blad Eagle sitting on top of this pine. He sat and watched us fish for over an hour.
This is an unzoomed picture of the bald eagle.
The second day we fished there, a small group of the victim's high school friends came down and left a memorial of wild flowers, etc., for the young man at our launch point.
Ken and Colin were pulling the canoe due to high headwinds.
Me and Ken rowing back to the truck. I was behind the camera, and doing most of the rowing (of course).
Here we are with a few silvers on the bank of the lake.
No - it's just me, Terry, walking back from the restroom.
Holding some Silvers. When caught in cold weather they are known as "Long John Silvers".
I proved that if one is a talented fisherman, it is possible to snare a fish with one's line, instead of using a hook. It's more sporting!
You can see the July snow on the distant mountains.
He caught four flies, but had to put them back - they were too small.
I was out of the canoe stretching various body parts.
The best for last! I noticed a sharp pain in my butt during our first trip. Upon returning to the truck, Tammy noticed the reason. I had contacted one of the notorious "Alaskan Buttlures", which can strike at any time. Usually while sitting in a canoe for long hours with a bunch of "Buttheads".