What makes this shot different – I won’t say better – is the plumage. John’s in full breeding plumage here, with long, almost spiked breast feathers. They won’t last a whole long longer and are generally gone by mid-July or August. But while they’re here, they really add some pizazz to his look.Unfortunately it’s not all roses and sunshine. Looking closely at the photos while editing them, I discovered that I’d captured some fishing line in the bottom section. It’s a common sight around any body of water, usually tangled messes of it hanging from low branches or caught in brush.
But looking closely, this is worse, because it appears to be tangled around John’s legs themselves. The dangers of mono-filament to wildlife are many and well-publicized, but that still doesn’t stop lazy ass fishermen from leaving it all over. In fact, since my shooting locations often correspond with popular fishing spots, I can tell you first hand that fishermen are, in general, pigs.
I hate to paint an entire group with such a broad brush, but based on the sheer volume of trash I’ve found along the local shores, it’s clear that this isn’t a case of a few slobs ruining the whole batch – it’s widespread. And it pisses me off. The whole concept of “pack out your trash” isn’t hard, especially when you’re only talking about some bait bowls, a little fishing line, a few beer cans, and a twenty-foot walk back to your truck.