Monday, January 04, 2010
A Changed Perspective.
I did something different this weekend. There was a hunt locally, and I left the dogs at home, opting instead to carry about ten pounds of photographic equipment around the desert instead. The results were, modestly speaking, fantastic.
Usually when I shoot, either at a hunt, or just out free coursing with friends, I'm with the gallery, and all the shots look the same. You get a jackrabbit butt, and you get hound butts, as they disappear into the distance. This time, I got some separation from the group, and either hung out with the judge, or got off by myself, sometimes getting shots from the side, like this attached slideshow of the Saturday Greyhound final, or way out in front as I did for this second run from Sunday's preliminary Greyhound run.
In the slideshow above, I think I captured the feel of one of the best courses I think I've ever witnessed. All three hounds in the chase took at least one shot at one of the most badassed jackrabbits I've ever seen. He even slipped away from a near fatal tactical error, where he turned left to avoid one dog not realizing the other two were waiting about 6 feet further left. He finally created enough space to scamper over the hill and get into the rougher
vegetation, and made his escape.
It was pretty obvious he'd experienced the hot breath of other predators in his brief life as a prey animal, and used all of his tricks. Hats off to you, Mr. Hare!