It was just idling there, finning in the current, a white sucker near as I could tell. There were likely lots of other fish there as well. I found mink tracks in the snow along the banks and those guys pretty much live on fish. The sucker seemed unperturbed by either me or the mink that was likely close by.
It was having a lazy day, too.
I followed Willow Creek east into the Porcupine Hills where frost lingered on the shaded slopes and golden grass shuffled in the light breeze. A bald eagle flew along the valley, it’s shiny feathers catching the light as it banked against a background of dark spruce trees.
I cut south again.