Dale Matson
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My late father Milt, was known as
the fisherman of Tipsico Lake. We had a plaque on the cabin wall with a skeleton
holding a fishing rod sitting in a boat. The title underneath was “Stubborn
Cuss”. My dad loved fishing so much that he traveled 90 miles round trip from
our summer cabin to work and back. This allowed him a couple of hours of daily
fishing during the spring and summer months. On weekends he would spend most of
the day by the lily pads hoping to catch a lunker Bass.
By the time I hit my teen years,
dad had bought a Mercury outboard and my services were thankfully no longer
required as his galley slave. Sitting for long hours in a hot aluminum boat
was not for me. At least the seats were made of wood!
Well, in my 70’s my dad’s genes kicked
in and instead of fishing, I arrive before daybreak often to sit near a group
of Coots waiting for an eagle to come swooping down and carry off one of the
Coots for breakfast. It is that moment that I wait for and have my camera
settings just right. Manual, 1/2000/ f9 and auto ISO with about 10 frames per
second. I sit in my truck which for some reason is less distracting to the
eagles than being outside my truck. The trick is to be close enough to the
Coots to get close photos and video but no too close that the eagles won’t come
after the Coots. Often the eagles will sit for a couple of hours and then fly
away or they will not even show up.
Much of the time getting good eagle
photos, like catching lunker bass, is luck entwined with superstition about
what works and what doesn’t. Patience is important for both fishing and
photography. There is a peaceful anticipation.
I think both dad and I have taken
more than a few naps during the waiting period. Dad always needed a new fishing
rod. He even wore my Garcia 300 spinning reel out while I was doing my two-year
stint in the army. I am always looking for new cameras and lenses that will
land the Nat. Geo photos.
Well, this week I was leaving the
Madera County side of Millerton Lake and spotted this juvenile Bald Eagle
sitting on a boulder looking out at the lake. This time of year, the lake level
is about 50% in anticipation of Spring runoff and you can drive out along the shoreline
quite a ways with a 4x4 being careful not to get stuck. I put my camera and 600mm lens
out the driver side window and got this shot. This was a lunker that didn’t get
away.
I enjoyed the comparison between fishing and photography; father and son. The writing was as great a capture as the photo. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteDale, your discussion that focused on your dad helped me go about one thousand miles away this afternoon as I thought about my father and my memories of time spent with him. However I have no recollection of a skeleton fishing from a boat. That tells one story about your dad along with the commute to work so he could have time on the lake. Thanks so much, Padre, for the memories as well as this beautiful photo of a "youngin". Peter
ReplyDeleteThanks gents.
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