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I was out for a hike in the Olympics, and noticed a little color in the woods, so I stepped of the trail, and came across this fella. ( Only had my 1.3MP Canon handy)
and he was aware of my presence
Almost within pointy stick distance
At this point it was time to retreat. As this round fella doesn't run as fast in teh woods as I used to
Just a side note on my experiences in dealing with critters in the woods.
While photographing a nursing calf and cow elk, in my undergrad days, I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings, and a bull had come around to my left, just out of sight. First I knew he was there was when he gave a snort, and pawed the ground, which I ignored ( seemed a good idea at the time). I was crouched down behind a section of old fence, and remained focused on the cow/ calf. The bull promptly ushered them away. Me, still taking photos. In a split second, he whirled and charged hitting the fence, right in front of me. knocking me back on my ass. Well, I kinda interpreted that as an invitation to leave. He stood his ground, I backed up to safety. Injured ego, sore butt, hell of a memory. I have not been close to a nursing calf since.
Cheers
and he was aware of my presence
Almost within pointy stick distance
At this point it was time to retreat. As this round fella doesn't run as fast in teh woods as I used to
Just a side note on my experiences in dealing with critters in the woods.
While photographing a nursing calf and cow elk, in my undergrad days, I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings, and a bull had come around to my left, just out of sight. First I knew he was there was when he gave a snort, and pawed the ground, which I ignored ( seemed a good idea at the time). I was crouched down behind a section of old fence, and remained focused on the cow/ calf. The bull promptly ushered them away. Me, still taking photos. In a split second, he whirled and charged hitting the fence, right in front of me. knocking me back on my ass. Well, I kinda interpreted that as an invitation to leave. He stood his ground, I backed up to safety. Injured ego, sore butt, hell of a memory. I have not been close to a nursing calf since.
Cheers
