Last week Barb and I were hiking along the Mississippi River at Lock and Dam 13 near Fulton, IL. As usual, I was carrying my trusty Nikon D90 and a pair of binoculars in case any wildlife presented itself. Suddenly, a huge eagle swooped up from the adjacent slough and lighted in a tree right next to me. It had no idea I was there and I had no idea it was going to appear. We saw each other at exactly the same instant and were each equally startled. I immediately shouted “Holy s#!t” and several other expletives in rapid-fire fashion. The eagle did the same in its own native tongue and leapt back into the air as quickly as it had landed.
With only milliseconds to react, I aimed the camera in the eagle’s general direction, held down the shutter release and captured 4.5 frames per second shooting in continuous mode. I hoped and prayed the auto-focus was enabled and that at least one of the frames would yield an acceptable exposure. For some reason I also continued to spew expletives. I blame the adrenaline.
Out of nearly twenty shots, one turned out ok. Pretty f#*%!&g lucky, don’t you think?