Wilderness Blues- Ramblings from the Great Land

 I came home from the boat in the afternoon last week and Jan met me at the door and said there was an eagle on the ground out back. I didn't want to spook it or cause it undue distress if it was sick or hurt, so  went to the kitchen and looked out the window. Sure as the world, an adult bald eagle was resting on a hemlock root in the back yard. I looked it over as carefully as I could with the window between us, and I couldn't really determine that there was anything wrong with it. Of course this happened on Memorial Day, so there weren't any government offices open. I didn't want to contact the cops, because I figured they knew about as much about eagles as I did, and the wildlife trooper was probably either out checking on fishermen or enjoying the holiday himself. I tried calling two different bird ladies here in town, but neither of them responded, so I figured he was going to be on his own for a day or two. Sometimes when eagles grab large salmon they en

I've been fortunate enough to have been pretty busy lately, unlike so many people who would love nothing better than to get out of the house and go to work. I truly hope that everyone who has a business or a job will be able to go back to it soon and start earning a living, the way  God designed it to be. Even though I've had an enormous amount of work to do on the boat this year, I don't get paid to do it. But if I don't do it, I won't have a boat to fish from. On second thought, I didn't have any more work than I ever have when I haul the boat out. Power wash the hull, sand, scrape, patch, caulk, paint and mend the various parts that need it, but it was so much harder to do this year than in years past. So much of the work is done under the boat, and it's not a place that I can stand up, so I'm on my knees for as much time as I can endure at a stretch, and then have to go at it again. I had to take two showers a day- one in the morning so I could