This is my annual re-post -- on the first weekend of waterfowl hunting season in both Washington (where I'm living now) and California (my home). I've been lightly tweaking the post each year, adding new information or links. My reason for re-posting this piece is to bring attention to some of the lesser discussed aspects of duck hunting. The most significant issue for me is the enormous injury rate in all wing shooting -- [...]
** Note: There is no graphic visual content in this post. The subject matter, is, however disheartening for anyone who cares about birds. How many? That's a legitimate question. I don't know and I'd like to -- but there's no verifiable nor practical way to find out. It's an issue that came up for me a couple of years ago when I ran across dozens of bird-shooting videos on YouTube. The titles are often something [...]
This is my annual post -- on the eve of waterfowl hunting season in both Washington (where I'm living now) and California (my home). It recounts a waterfowl hunt I encountered unexpectedly in the Sacramento Delta area of Northern California. I've been lightly tweaking the post each year, adding either a few new details or links. This year, I'm recommending a book by Marti Kheel: Nature Ethics: An Ecofeminist Perspective. Kheel addresses the gap between [...]
I knew about some of the lethal practices used by Wildlife Services, but I had no idea about the extent of usage and implementation. This three-part series from the Sacramento Bee is a really tough read (as in painful), but I think it's information worth knowing: The Killing Agency (Part 1) and Part Two by Tom Knudsen. (Thanks to Dawn Watch for the link.)
I decided, when I started this blog, that I would limit the content to things I'd personally photographed or experienced. For the most part, I do that, digressing only occasionally. I made that choice because on any given day, I read about, hear about, or other wise encounter wildlife issues that either trouble me or inspire me, but that could also fill this blog space a thousand times over. I'm one solo traveler with my [...]
Yesterday evening, we were photographing Snow Geese and didn’t realize that we (along with at least 10 other photographers) had chosen a field where hunters were lying in camo. I promised myself I would wait until hunting season was over before I ventured into the wilds beyond Seattle — just as I did last year. But, we were in the area, and we heard the clamor of a Snow Goose flock. I listened for shotguns [...]
I'm re-posting my comments from October 2010, on this the opening day of waterfowl hunting season in Washington State, and a week before California's opener. I've said it before so rather than saying it again, I've opted to reprint my thoughts from last year, with a few tweaks. See also a discussion of non-hunters and wildlife refuges ... and an alternative perspective from a photographer who's come up with an idea for an alternative revenue [...]
As we inched our way toward the cranes, I heard the sound that always shatters my serenity like, well, a shotgun. Because it was a shotgun -- very close by. In a clearing across the river, just a hop and a skip from where we were ...
Recalling a sad confluence of elk (wapiti) and hunter in the enclaves of Colorado -- in Estes Park. We weren't expecting harm to come to these elk, meandering through a residential neighborhood of Estes Park, just blocks from the Stanley Hotel where the elk herds draw tourists with cameras, not lethal suburban adversaries.