Shots

Sometimes there is particular irony that photography is called ”shooting”.

So I drove to my favourite creek again. No rain, but very slippery rocks. As I was making my way through the bushes, I suddenly heard a gunshot. Very close by! I stopped to have a look around, but I was fairly well hidden among the branches so no way a hunter could mistake my blue jacket for a moose. It got my heart racing though, and then there was another shot. And another. I stopped counting after 10 shots and I had some trouble concentrating on my own shooting. I kept thinking, what should I be most afraid of? A trigger happy hunter or a wounded moose? Then I thought of wounded bears and decided that I should definitely be most afraid of wounded bears. I really had to breathe deep for a moment to convince myself to continue. I kept stopping to have a look around me and shouting some ”haloo”s at frequent intervals though, just in case. The key is to make them know that you’re there! But after a while when the ridge got between me and the gunshots, I calmed down and just had a great time again, discovering new detail in the creek.

I don’t know if I was in any danger while I was there. I don’t know if it was someone just doing target practice or someone in need of it (how many shots does it take to kill a moose?). But maybe the shooting did frighten the local wildlife so there wasn’t any risk of running into a bull moose again. Other than maybe a wounded one. Anyone who thinks that photography is boring? Join me on my next excursion to an almost inaccessible creek during the moose and bear hunting season!

creek
My shot of the day
Canon 40D, 24-105mm f4L, ND8 + polarizer filters, ISO 100, f16 @ 20 secs

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