Skunked...

I was hoping that with the full moon, the cold weather settling back in, the crisp and clear sunny morning, and the storm system we were expecting to be moving in later on in the day, that the fish would be whipped up into a frenzy and that the fishing would be fantastic.  

Wrong.

Four and a half hours and nothin'. 

Bob had gotten out on the ice a couple hours before I had, and he landed the first and only fish I saw a bit before noon.

On the bright side, I got to hang out for a while with a couple of bald eagles. They were sitting side by side up in a tree not too far from me, and man, were they squawkin' at me.  I tried to get closer to take a picture or two, and one of 'em took off, but I got this one right here...