Six Hundred photos for the opening of summer in Red Feather Lakes.
My first impression this year is that the moose are there and just waiting for me to find them. The few I found within a mile of my place prove that they are on the move looking for the best food.
Environmentally speaking, the Aspen trees have just greened up above 8,000 feet and most of the willows are sprouting fresh green shoots, which is what attracts these hungry ungulates.
I managed to get a full test in of the new kit. I’m shooting with the Nikon D810 using the 200-500mm VR and the Nikon D750 using the 70-200mm f4/VR. No complaints. I don’t have to swap lenses in the field. If I need wider angle, I have a D7200 the 24-120mm VR and a couple of fast & wide primes. I’ve been shooting in predawn light and both cameras handle it well.
I’ll probably take a few days of down time and edit shots. I’m looking forward to getting back out though. The summer is only starting.
The 2018 moose photography season is off to a good start.
My first morning of hunting for moose after opening my cabin and I didn’t have to go far to ring the bell.
I was on my first cup of coffee when I headed out the door to scout the area around the village and to my surprise the moose were present in force less than a mile from my place.
I wasn’t prepared either. I normally configure the camera and have it sitting on the front seat of the truck. Well, it was on the front seat; however, I had not yet bothered to take the lens cap off and set the exposure for the early morning light. Driving down the pot-holed road from my cabin, my attention this early in the day, was limited to keeping my too full cup of java from sloshing around and burning me when it spilled. I slowed down long enough to get control and to my surprise there was a moose already in view. Moving rapidly across an open field, I knew where she was headed.
Another 30 seconds of driving and I had reached Dead Man road. An area where the moose funnel out of the Laramie Mountains and into the more open woodlands around Red Feathers.
Of course, seeing the moose and getting a good photo of a moose are two different things.
I stalked out a position along Dead Man road and waited for this young bull to come to me. When he poked his head from the budding willows, I was ready for him.