We arrived in the mountains on Monday afternoon and Q came to visit Tuesday morning, arriving at 0-dark-thirty. After having a cup of coffee and giving him the ten cent tour of the camper we were off to the lake to shoot ospries.
Just as we got our equipment set up one snatched a fish from the lake and flew right by us. I was walking to the shore with the bazooka lens and stopped and took a few shots. I'm not sure how I got lucky enough to get a shot but I did. This isn't the best of the shots but I wanted to get something posted since I'm back. I spent another two mornings and one evening trying to get some better photos of the ospries fishing, shooting almost 3000 frames. I think I should have 8-10 good ones!