Just wanted to share a little hunting experience I had on turkey morning. I've been hunting ducks all my life, and I'm up there in age. I knocked down 2 pintail out of a group. One had a broken wing, the other looked to have terminal injuries as I watched it go down in some lillies. As I was fast tracking to the one with a broken wing in my pirogue, I noticed something out the side of my eye. It was a fully mature bald eagle. Well to say the least, the race was on. He seemed to want my pintail as bad as I did. I was still a little too far to finish off the pintail, but he had me beat. He kept making attempts to pick up my duck as eveytime he tried the duck would dive. I tried everything to scare him off; including shooting in the air to scare him off, even banging on my pirogue and yelling and waving my arms. He was just as determined as I was. With all the rucus I did the duck said the hell with both of ya'll. He dove and I never saw it again. Eagle-0, me-0. Sum *****.
