Hi, folks. Sorry I've been AWOL for a while. Life has been getting in the way of photography lately. But even if I'd had the time, we've had about a solid month of rain around here. But it finally cleared up over the weekend and perfect timing for fall colors on the mountains. Due to the latitude here, the tree line isn't very far up the mountains so they are mostly alpine tundra. That means that fall colors are mostly on the ground rather than in trees. Lovely none the less and very brief in passing. Unfortunately doing them justice is beyond my landscape shooting skills and I've yet to get anything that I'm happy with. This weekend was no exception but this time it's not my fault
Saturday morning my wife and I were headed down the trail to a spot I had in mind from previous scouting. About a mile down the trail we ran into a juvenile bull moose. He was unusually surly for some reason. Maybe he's tired of being pushed around by the bigger bulls and finally saw someone smaller than himself that he could push around. Who knows? At any rate, even though we were giving him plenty of space he kept posturing and pushing us back up the trail. We would move off a hundred meters or so from him and he would casually keep walking towards us and as he got nearer he'd start grunting a challenge, swaying his head, and laying his ears back. After retreating a quarter mile or so with no signs of him getting bored with us, we had to bag it and give up on the shoot. He was kind enough to walk across some color during the adventure so I grabbed a couple of shots
Nikon D7100, 70-200mm VR, handheld
While we were having our encounter with the "little guy" Saturday, I had seen a bigger bull up on the side of the mountain above us. Sunday morning broke crystal clear, cold, and still. So I decided to head back up and see if I could find the bigger bull, hopefully out where I could capture some color in the frame. They don't have much reason to walk across the open tundra (nothing they eat grows there) so rarely do so. Good news is that I did locate a bigger bull. Not a behemoth, but a decent average sized bull. He was following a couple of cows and they were moving along the edge of the spruce thickets. Unforunately they were already headed for bed and I was behind them. Once they start traveling like this they rarely change direction so if you're behind them you end up mostly staring at the less interesting end of the moose But it's still not a bad way to spend a fall morning
The old trick of whistling to get a critter to look at you usually doesn't work on moose. But the grunt that the bulls use to challenge one another is pretty easy to mimic and they don't dare ignore another bull approaching this time of year. This was as far as I could get him to turn his head while in a fairly interesting location. The shot does show his "bell" under his chin and his antlers are still red with blood from recently scraping off the velvet. This guy is probably three or four years old and just approaching the prime of his life. The moose in this particular area don't get the big double "palms" typically associated with moose antlers. For some reason in this spot they all have antlers much more resembling deer with several branches and long tynes (aka spikes).
Right after this shot he headed of into the woods.
Nikon D4, 200-400mm VR, tripod