I watched it fly to the top of a high-tension pole, and it ate its catch. I followed it to the pole and took some photos there.
While taking photos with my 300mm f/2.8 lens, a redheaded hawk nailed a morning dove over the street not less than 10 feet from me. It caught the dove, but its momentum carried it into the grill of a pickup truck, and the dove flew away. Since I needed 21 feet in order to focus on this action, all I could do was watch.
I watched the hawk fly away, and it left the same way it came from. So I got an idea to drive back to my house, and I set up at the end of the lake, hoping the eagle would fly back the way it came.
I gathered a small crowd (when I am seen at the lake, I am known for catching 12 to 15lb Bass). It only took a half an hour for the eagle to finish, and it started flying right back to me.
This I feel was the best of the images I took, and it made me more than an hour late at the paper. When asked if I had a great excuse, all I had to do is show them the photo, and they put it on 1A. (When I am usually late, it is because I used to divert myself to a wreck or fire or some police action, and they knew none existed because they had a scanner too!)
Now when ever I am walking near the lake, most of the children thinks something great is going to happen.