We left Wyoming last Tuesday, which makes me super sad. Our last two days were snowy, and I finally got the chance to photograph moose in the snow. This has been on my photographic bucket list, but we always leave before it even thinks of snowing. This year was very different, with early and plentiful snow.
It was snowing pretty heavy on Monday afternoon, but I hardly noticed. Watching these two bulls had my full attention.
I had to start calling this guy The Impostor. More than once I thought I was watching Washakie, only to realize it was this guy instead. The similarities in the size and shape of their antlers is pretty dang close.
Every morning I get up early, get dressed in the dark, take care of the dogs, and head out the door. If we had another camera Al would probably be coming with me, but we don’t…yet…so he stays home and snuggles with the dogs. I head to the river and start walking, looking for moose. Sometimes I have photographer friends that are in the area too, but lately I have been out on my own. This is fine actually, as I love the serenity of the early morning and the sound of the river.
Friday morning was wet, really wet. I have tall rubber boots that keep my feet dry, but from the knee up I get pretty soaked. The bushes are tall, and it’s unavoidable. This morning I had been walking for about a mile when I looked across the river and spotted a nice bull moose. He was headed down river, were I had just come from, and I paralleled him from my side of the river.
It looked like Washakie, and I assumed that was who I was trailing.
We have been pretty busy this past week. Al got here on Wednesday, and we set up his booth at the Western Design Conference that afternoon. We got done and back home around 5pm, and he just passed out. Poor tired hubby. He did this show alone, people want to talk to the builder, not the wife. It was pretty good, and there is the potential for more work in the future. So he’s excited about that.
Me, I have been photographing the moose in Wyoming.