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There is nothing quite like watching a bald eagle drop out of a clear blue sky and grab a fish as you sit on the back of your boat. A breeze rides up the river from the south. Tree-lined shores roll in different tones of green as the wind pushes past. Sunlight plays off the rippling water and the bird climbs back to the air, fish twisting in mighty talons. The shore of the Hudson River has been much reworked in the centuries since that same south wind filled the square sails of the Half Moon, but eagles still perch in bleached-out trees, enjoying a fresh meal in the sun.
