One of my favorite pictures, the fawn thought she was well hidden. This picture was taken on Beatty's Butte, in the Oregon high desert.
Sam biting the water coming out of the hose.
Cougar
fox
Here's a picture I took, that I'm proud of. Got the rule of thirds by accident on this one. Taken during my college days.
My son snapped this picture of me shooting off my horse. Had to try it out just once, just to see how it would work out. The gun is a smooth bore, flintlock musket loaded with a black powder blank. I told my kid if the horse starts bucking, keep taking pictures. He didn't buck, but he had an additional gear I had no idea was there. He could really scoot when motivated.
These are a couple of pictures I took Elk hunting a few years ago. That tree fell across the road after we had passed through there that morning. We took the picture on the way out.
This is the North Umpqua river, early morning during deer season.
This one goes back a long time. We were antelope hunting in Eastern Oregon, and were following a very thin trace of a road down off a high ridge to the valley floor. I cut a corner too close and hung up on a rock that was hidden in the sage brush. Thank God for handy man jacks, there was nobody for miles around to help out.
And there you go, several hunting pictures with no dead animals in them.
I don't know how the last two pictures below this entry ended up where they are, and I don't know how to get rid of them. I was starting a different post, and thought I'd lost everything, so started again with a different set of pictures. Oh well. That's Dolly Dog, and a local bird, what kind I don't know.
Me with a peacock bass earlier this year. When I got back from this trip, my first detector, Fisher F2, had been delivered and was waiting on me to start my new addiction.
Another hunting picture, this one was taken in 2013, in the woods a few miles behind my house.
Fall in western Oregon. The spider chose a poison oak bush for it's home. I've been known to catch a grass hopper and put it in a web. You can hear the crunch when the spider
bites that grasshopper.
Sunrise on a fall morning.
Above the fog, looking west.
This is a pic of a 14 year-old Mongol girl the moment she released her eagle to hunt. I didn't take the pic, but it captures how I feel about being outside with nature.
Here are some more pictures. These date back to the summer of 1955.
One o'clock in the morning, 400 miles from the north pole.
The cold war was going on, and the government built a line of radar stations across the top of Alaska and Canada. It was called the "Distant Early Warning Line," or to those involved it was the "DEW Line." WWII was finished ten years before, and the Korean war was involved in peace talks, still on going in 2015 I think. The government assembled the largest number of ships since WWII, and probably to this day there hasn't been a convoy that large. There were two groups of ships, the western fleet that sailed east into the Coronation Gulf on top of Canada, and an eastern fleet that sailed west into the same area. We were 66 days at sea before the ships were unloaded and heading home.
Under tow by the U.S. Coast Guard ice breaker "North Wind."
USGC Ice Breaker North Wind.
The North Wind Would run up on the ice and the weight of ship would break the solid sheet of ice.
The beach at Point Barrow, Alaska.
Point Barrow, this picture was taken in June we were just starting. When we had all the cargo unloaded and leaving the arctic, the sea right here was totally covered with ice.
The cargo was hauled to the beach for unloading using landing craft.
Bringing a "Mike boat" aboard the ship. Officially these boats were called Landing Craft Mechanized, or more conmanly LCM, or Mike boats. 55 feet long, weighing something like 50 tons, twin screws and rudders, and twin Gray Marine Diesel engines. I don't know if the Navy still has any of these boats around, seems to me the Amphibious forces use hoover craft and helicopters now days. As a young sailor I drove LCM's, and I loved it. It was a real rush driving that boat through the surf onto the beach, then backing off through the surf.