On a clear cool day 25 years ago in Alabama on Smith Lake my fishing buddy and I spotted a pair of Bald Eagles flying toward us. Only 25 or 30 feet off the water they were chirping and playing with each other. As they flew directly above us we were struck with what awesome a sight we had just witnessed. A minute or so later a white feather slowly floated down in front of my face. I stuck out my hand and caught it. Still have it to this day. I have often wondered if this experience would have been "Big Medicine" among our Native Americans. It was a honor for me whatever the meaning. I have the feather framed.

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