puckhead
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One of the guys I played music with had a lakeside cabin past Squamish, way up in the mountains, and we used to go up there a couple times per year to make noise and do massive amounts of booze and mind altering chemicals.
One morning after a very late and very dark night before, there was an eagle dive bombing the lake right in front of us for about two hours straight. Get a fish, take it back to the nest and come right back for more.
It was one of the most amazing things I have ever seen. We just sat in silence watching this thing.