Inspiration

By Charles Towne                  

         As a wildlife photographer I have utilized all sorts of blinds.  “Anything that works” is my motto.

In order to get the video footage I want there are those times that I have set up in the middle of a stream with a few interesting results such as having a red winged black bird build its nest in one corner of the blind, and being visited by great blue herons and alligators, to having a cottonmouth water moccasin swim through the blind and pause for a rest on my foot.  Disconcerting?  I would say so.

The British refer to the blind as a, ‘hide’ and that is probably a better name, for after all it is your object to, ‘hide’, or ‘conceal’ yourself from your subject animal.

Almost anything can be turned into a blind.  A clump of bushes to conceal yourself with a good field of view at the front is nice.

Here in Florida one of my favorite blinds is constructed of palm fronds.  I cut the long stem from the palm frond and jam the resulting shortened stem with its palmate leaf into the ground, thus forming a nice wall from which to take my photos. The neat thing about this arrangement is that the entire blind is bio-degradable.

I have used a tree stand but prefer to be on the ground for several reasons not the least of which is, if you decide to fall you don’t have near as far to go, and photos taken from a tree stand have, well, sort of an, ‘up there’ appearance that is not really all that natural..

Some people of necessity use what are known as ‘hi hides’, blinds that are raised above the ground far enough to keep one from large creatures with sharp and pointy claws and teeth such as tigers, and the other members of the big cat family.

But, as you are aware we don’t have tigers here and as I have already indicated, I prefer to shoot from the ground.

Yes, draw me crazy with black and blue highlights, but if it is at all possible I am going to shoot from ground level, the lower being the better.  Photos of any animal are more impressive from that low angle.

Not long ago I dug a pit blind near a well used bear trail.  A pit blind being exactly what the word indicates is nothing more than a hole in the ground large enough to hold yours truly and the necessities of the day.  And in case you are wondering said pit is roughly in the shape of a shallow grave.  (Wimps have even been known to sit on a cushion bought along for the purpose.)  Shooting from such a pit enables you to aim and shoot the camera from the lowest of all practical angles.

On the day in question I had set my video camera on its tripod and settled myself comfortably on my wimp cushion and so began my vigil.

That is one of the things wildlife photographers do quite well is wait.

I usually bring a book along, something that will inspire me in some way, and I always carry a notepad and several pens for I find that sitting and waiting is also conducive to creative writing.

I had been sitting there for perhaps half an hour when something caused me to look up, and there, coming toward me was a smallish bear, little more than a hundred and fifty to two hundred pounds, what we refer to as a, “long yearling.”

Now there is an interesting phenomenon that occurs when a bear is walking toward you and it is this, the closer it gets the larger it appears!  This rule can be applied to any beasty that possesses large sharp and pointies!

When the bear was about fifty feet from me it paused, laid down, and began eating acorns and I stopped holding my breath.

About half an hour passed with the bear completely unaware of my presence as she lay on the ground gobbling acorns while I filmed her.

Quite suddenly the missy bear lifted her head and stared down the trail.  It was obvious my visitor was nervous when she jumped to her feet and continued to stare in the direction of whatever she had heard or smelled.

By this time my curiosity was definitely aroused and I was also staring down that trail trying to see what was coming.

And then I saw it, another bear!  A big bear was coming down the trail.

The small bear had stood her ground but when she saw that larger bear she decided that she should be someplace else, and she ran.

The only problem was the large bear was walking toward the smaller bear and when the smaller bear ran she ran straight at me.  I ducked down and the bear ran right over the top of my hole and seeing as I was in my hole that meant that the bear ran right over me, knocking my camera over in the process.

Now there are a couple of things one could do in similar circumstances.

You could lie in the bottom of your grave-like hole and suck your thumb. Or (2)  You might thank the good Lord for taking care of old men, children and foolish wildlife photographers.

I opted to thank the good Lord.

There are times I would like to ask our Dear Lord God if there was ever a time during some of my escapades if he was ever tempted to laugh when he looked down and saw me in such a situation as that described above,

AN OUTDOORSMAN’S PRAYER

Dear Lord, thank you for giving us the ability to laugh, especially at ourselves.   Please walk with me, and help me to always be able to see you as a loving God.  How often have you saved me from mayhem Lord?  Praise you, and thank you for protecting me at all times, especially when I travel. Thank you for protecting my family from any harm that might befall them.  You are always there, watching over us, and right now I ask for you to inspire me, keep me; protect me.  I love you Lord, and I praise you.  Holy, Holy, Holy, is your name in all the earth.  In our blessed Lord Jesus’ name I ask it, Amen

 

Charles Towne is first and foremost a Christian. An octogenarian, author, journalist, wildlife photographer, naturalist, caregiver, and survivor, his life has been and continues to be, a never-ending adventure filled with possibilities never imagined. He has adopted the philosophy that to Live fully, laugh uproariously, love passionately, and learn like there is no tomorrow, is a formula for a long and joy-filled life.

16 COMMENTS

  1. We have hiked all through Rock Springs Reserve. I think the trail was 8 miles. That was the longest 8 miles I have ever hiked. I think we actually got off the trail, at one point. It wasn’t marked very well. We got out there, and were going to join a trail group that hikes the area and other areas weekly. The trail group didn’t show up, as the weather looked like it was going to pour at any minute, and the skies were black. The group didn’t come, except one trail club lady, by herself, who did show up, and we were way on into the woods, when she saw us, and asked us could she join us hiking, so she would not be alone walking through the woods, and we said of course. It was swampy in some places, and at one point my shoes started eating my socks….LOL. I just could not keep my socks up. We saw fresh bear scat, but no bears. I saw wooden tree stands up in the trees, where the hunters stake out the animals. At places it was thick with palmettos. I was getting tired toward the end, and the sun started somewhat setting, and then I saw some old grave sites of people long gone, and then some cow bones and skulls. At this point of my hike, I found some extraordinary energy and picked up the pace incredibly, and soon we were at the end, and I was glad. We went to see wildlife, but did not see any. I guess we made too much noise talking.

  2. Mama Mia, yes, one of my favorite places, back in the big swamp where normal folks never go. Rarely do you see wildlife when hiking, too much noise. You have to sit, and like Papa God says, “be still…” The average person sees little because they can’t just be with nature, always jabbering like a bunch of retarded monkeys. I have an idea you were the wildlife that day! Sad when you think of it, all the beauty we miss in life because we keep jabbering. It in the silences that the magic happens, yes, that is right, it is always true, it is in the silences that the magic happens. God bless you, Chaz

  3. Really? Retarded monkeys????? I don’t compare myself, in any way, to a retarded monkey, at all. It is you, who ventures down deep into the big swamp where “normal folks” don’t go, so you said…..LOL. My understanding about hiking in the bear areas is to make some noise, because the last thing you want to do is come around a bend, and surprise a bear. I don’t want to end up on the bear’s daily menu. Blessing to you too sir…….

  4. Mama Mia, did you really take what I said personally? I was speaking, as I usually do in generalities, metaphorically if you will. I imagine all us silly little humans at times act like retarded monkeys. Not you and me of coarse, just the mere mortals among us. Did you by any chance notice that I referred to, “the average person” among us in my answer above? Wildlife photographers go through life cautiously and silently and thus witness things rarely seen. No offense intended. Chaz

  5. Hi Charles, loved the story and all the comments. Like Mama Mia, I had also heard it is good to make noise so you don’t sneak up on wildlife unawares, which is what we have always done. But, I guess going forward we will try your method of just sitting still and not jabbering like monkeys, so we can start seeing how the animals act when they think we are not around. If any bears sneak up on us, you can bet I’ll be saying my prayers! Thanks again.

  6. Hi Chaz, Just had to drop a note concerning coments, Yes! If you are hiking, make some noise unless you want to observe nature’s denizens. If you are trying to photograph them, silence is the goal! Remember, the good Lord gave you one mouth but two ears! Also as someone who has been in both forests and jungles I can can tell you monkeys make one heck of a racket. They and birds are natures alarm system, so when critters hear a racket, they hide! Hard to get good photos of them then!

  7. Excellent observation Richard, my point exactly! I always liked Teddy Roosevelt’s comment, “Walk softly…” Also, John Muir, the father of our national park system was another one that spent months at a time in the wilderness just being one with God and His creation. I love reasonable folks! It is folks such as yourself, and so many other intelligent people that are such a joy to walk in the wild places with that sustains me. You have a good day now ya hear, Chaz

  8. Dear Floretta, Yes, isn’t that an adorable bear cub? Several years ago I had the opportunity to follow a cub for several months and observe him just being a little bear. What a joy. That little guy taught me so much. One time, as I followed him he made a big wandering circle and we ended up back where we had started. I had laid my notepad on the ground and do you know what that wee beastie did? He glanced at me, and wandered over and pooped on my notepad! I have that on film. It just shows t’ go ya that bears have a sense of humor too. God bless you, Chaz

  9. More and more, as I listen to some folks expound their senseless gibberish, I am reminded of those times I responded with a knee jerk reaction. Looking back I now realize that I would have been so much better off, and probably would have had more friends, if I had just kept my big yap shut. Come to think on it, praise God, I guess an old dog can learn new tricks! Chaz

  10. wow! what an education! yes, it is good to just keep our mouths shut and observe so we learn something and especially so we can hear our loving God speak to us! Blessings to you and yours!

  11. Perfect time of the year to reflect on wildlife encounters…everyday our neighborhood has sightings of bears scrambling around for acorns! As always…LOVE it! Thanks for sharing these moments with your readers.

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