Mauw

I hiked my clients into a back channel today where the slightest noise made you jump out of your skin in fear of spooking the big beasts.

Sight fishing large rainbows and fatty char in glacial blue pools of water amongst startling reddened sockeye...

I watched two sockeye heads, whose bodies had suffered the fate of the big boy float on past us. As the second one dead drifted along with flesh hanging off it, a twenty-four inch rainbow moved from under a log six feet over to mauw* the flesh. My heart jumped.
I tied a flesh pattern on the line and watched as my newly skilled angler drifted it through the water. The greedy bow wasted no time moving over and I observed him CHOMP the flesh fly like a hungry wolf.
I would have a picture had we not found it necessary to high tail it out of there as Brutus came out of nowhere huffing and puffing.

*mauw, prounounced like its written or like Chairman Mao, meaning to bite the living hell out of something

this is a small one!