On April 6, 1998 at 1600 hours, my six year old daughter and I were walking near the 14th fairway at Marlboro Country Club. She looked up and said, "Daddy, what kind of Vulture is that." Looking to where she was pointing, I was quite suprised to see an immature Bald Eagle circling toward a large water hazard between the 14th and 15th holes. Everyone in the area, including the golfers, stopped what they were doing and watched as this wonderful bird dived toward the water and plucked out a fat fish. The eagle then pmmped its mighty wings and lifted off toward the safety of the trees to enjoy its meal. I don't know which was more exciting for me; seeing our Nation's bird hunting so close to my home, or seeing the look of wonder in my daughter's eyes as she enjoyed this national treasure. During our walk home, Erin, my daughter, looked up at me and with complete seriousness said, " Daddy, anytime you see an Eagle, it's a good day." She then ran up ahead of me singing some song. As I walked, a smile spread across my face and I thouht, "Yeap, it sure is a good day."