The first sign of fish

After dinner, Vinnie and I wandered out to the river and noticed bright white spots in the trees across the river. In every third or fourth tree was a bald eagle, and several were swooping down to grab fish from the water. We wandered on and found hordes of fisher people. One man and woman told us that they were each catching about 20 fish and hour. They had gotten enough for themselves and were now throwing their catch back. When they heard that we liked fish they caught us one, did some brutal things to bleed it, and gave Vinnie a 4 - 5 pound pink salmon which continued to struggle as we walked back to the campsite.