Our guide, Jack Johnson picked up my camera and too this photo. This is surely the closest I’ve ever been to a brown bear, at least while awake.
Got out early this morning and came across some gobblers following a bearded hen. Her beard was almost as long as the gobbler’s. Took these photos from the truck blind.
The light wasn’t great, but the turkeys were.
Drove to the ranch with a friend yesterday. This horned lark was unafraid.
The sun came out and the bay appeared, backlit by the setting sun.
A gobbler peaked from the tall grass.
A political statement?
Just in from Canada.
Saw our first fawn of the year, but it was too far away for a photo.
This was the weekend of the annual fish-out, an event created and fostered by my brother, Rob. Despite significant rain, the event went off without a hitch and we had a great time.
The libations were liberal and masculinity was evident.
When I departed yesterday, the largest fish honor was held by John Frydendahl – a striped bass of about 15 pounds.
John also told us that he’d been “spooled” by another fish before the rest of us arrived. We could only wonder about the size of that one.
The white-front geese appeared to be staging for a flight north. They will leave any time now.
Pheasants and mallards were displaying and chasing each other around. Managed to photograph one rooster in full bloom.