Dave stepped from his campsite and strode towards the river. It was a wonderful day for fly-fishing. He had tied some new ones just the night before with a sturdy looking black feather he had found near the river bank the day before. He had been surprised to find such a large sable feather; it seemed much bigger than one from a crow or even a raven. It was, however, perfect for his endeavour. Surely this kind of feather would be able to catch some fish.
As he made his first cast of the day, a huge eagle swooped from above and effortlessly swept a four pound rainbow trout from the water.
Predator swift from the sky