From our new issue out now: Chasing the king: How I spent 3 days fishing in Alaska and almost killed the symbol of America. By Clay Barbour. Excerpt: Andi, Jany and I took our positions and started casting and reeling. It wasn’t long before both Andi and I snagged something. Harold was on the other side of the boat, helping her, as I reeled my fish to the surface.
With nothing better to do, I scanned the area. I let my eyes flow over the dark green water all the way to the shoreline, which was filled with large evergreens. There in the distance I could see the small form of an eagle emerge from the trees and head our way.
In Alaska eagles are as plentiful as seagulls and every bit as shameless. Some breeds of fish have a self-regulating swim bladder that controls buoyancy. When pulled from the depths, they fill with air. So if you toss them back into the ocean, they will appear dead until they acclimate to the environment. This leaves those fish floating on the surface, the perfect spot for eagles to swoop down and snatch up some lunch.
Still, the sight of an eagle in flight was beautiful. But as it got closer I could swear it was looking at me. As it circled our boat, I became sure of it. “Um … Harold?” “Just a second,” he said, wrestling Andi’s fish onto the boat. “OK, but this eagle is doing … something.” Read the rest at DistinctionHR.com or pick up the latest issue in all stores by this Thursday!