Long time ago when I was in central WI fishing, had one scare the crap out of me. I was half asleep, just chilling out in this little cove with steep rocky tree covered banks around me. I was slip bobbering, and catching little crappies, tossing them back. As I went to flip one into the boat, I had this huge shadow come at me from the side. I screamed like a little girl and almost fell out of the boat. Caught me totally off-guard, but this owl just missed my head, going after the fish.
I was so glad no one was around to hear or see it… I would have had to just leave. I deep hooked the next crappie, tossed it high in the air and that owl was there just as it hit the water, taking it up for a lunch. Did it one other time… as it followed me along the shoreline. Obviously this wasn’t its first time doing this. Sort of like the ducks that look for bread at times.
I don’t know what stands out more… how cool it was having that owl so close and seeing it tear through these fish for part of the afternoon, or how embarrassed I was for getting so scared when it first introduced itself. Guess the experiences are all part of the great day…