The eagle flys on Friday

All kidding aside, I was somewhat frustrated "looking" for bass on my home
lake earlier this summer. Being a devotee of Rich Z's book, I tried to think
like a bass, not the master of a tackle box. Sure enough, as I was looking
out over the lake I saw an eagle swoop down and pluck a small bait fish out
of the water. A few minutes later I was casting a floating rapala in the
vicinity of where the eagle grabbed his meal. It wasn't long until I had a
nice fat bass in the live well.

Sometimes it pays to step back and re-think your approach towards finding
fish.