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I don't know why it happens, but almost every morning my internal alarm sounds at 3:30 am, plus or minus a few minutes. Wish it were not so, but have accepted it as a curse of my age.
This morning was no different, except that today, Jan 1, 2021, a norther was on the prowl and a driven snow had fallen in the night. Stepping outside to fetch wood for our two fireplaces, the wind had a bite, but I was relieved that stars shown through a breaking cloud cover. The day should be nice for a photo or two.
After flames began to gnaw at the mesquite logs, I fixed a cup of hot green tea, boiled up some steel cut oatmeal, and placed my cameras in the pickup. It was time to hit the road to big ranch country!
The sun came up momentarily on my way west, but my intent was focused even further westward, where I have created many nice images of coyotes in the past. And this morning we had snow. It was what I had been needing for a different look.
Predators and I have had a relationship for some 56 years. Many of those years were not good for the coyotes, but now my rifles have been largely replaced with a camera. Far more challenging than using a firearm, and calling only in the daylight hours, my intent today was collecting more images for my next, and possibly last book endeavor. With field journals spanning over four decades, it will be a work defining my passion for calling, using hand made calls to lure predators into camera range. It will not be a book to celebrate the kill, but instead the obsession I have harbored for luring these creatures to a call for over 50 years.
So here I share with all one of my greatest action images that define wildness in its purest form. Meet a mature male coyote in full winter pelage, responding to the tunes I have honed for 56 years.
Canon 1DX and Canon 100-400mm f4.5-5.6L at ISO 200 and hand held. It was a tight moment that pushed my experience to the limit, but worth the effort. Enjoy!!
I don't know why it happens, but almost every morning my internal alarm sounds at 3:30 am, plus or minus a few minutes. Wish it were not so, but have accepted it as a curse of my age.
This morning was no different, except that today, Jan 1, 2021, a norther was on the prowl and a driven snow had fallen in the night. Stepping outside to fetch wood for our two fireplaces, the wind had a bite, but I was relieved that stars shown through a breaking cloud cover. The day should be nice for a photo or two.
After flames began to gnaw at the mesquite logs, I fixed a cup of hot green tea, boiled up some steel cut oatmeal, and placed my cameras in the pickup. It was time to hit the road to big ranch country!
The sun came up momentarily on my way west, but my intent was focused even further westward, where I have created many nice images of coyotes in the past. And this morning we had snow. It was what I had been needing for a different look.
Predators and I have had a relationship for some 56 years. Many of those years were not good for the coyotes, but now my rifles have been largely replaced with a camera. Far more challenging than using a firearm, and calling only in the daylight hours, my intent today was collecting more images for my next, and possibly last book endeavor. With field journals spanning over four decades, it will be a work defining my passion for calling, using hand made calls to lure predators into camera range. It will not be a book to celebrate the kill, but instead the obsession I have harbored for luring these creatures to a call for over 50 years.
So here I share with all one of my greatest action images that define wildness in its purest form. Meet a mature male coyote in full winter pelage, responding to the tunes I have honed for 56 years.
Canon 1DX and Canon 100-400mm f4.5-5.6L at ISO 200 and hand held. It was a tight moment that pushed my experience to the limit, but worth the effort. Enjoy!!
