From "Yosemite Our way" chapter nine
Budd Lakes Baby Trout
As I set up for the image, I sorely wanted to edge closer to the precipice of the ice thaw where the fish were more visible and I felt I could better my foreground. I quickly nixed the notion however as I could easily see myself and my gear doing the insta-hypothermia Budd Lake bath once I crashed through the ice. Not being in the mood for a swim or to have the fish laughing any louder at me, I decided, “Yeah, I better back off that concept.” Of course, out of the corner of my eye, I could see my faithful Sethy putting the finishing touches on my last will and testament. My backup Hassy and lenses were halfway in his pocket already. This was unacceptable. I was ticked! “If only I could levitate, blast it!” Of course, continually having to squint due to the intensity of the glare coming off the snow was an increasing problem too. Sunglasses weren’t helping much either. I couldn’t wear them while checking the prism finder
for the candy. After a suitable frame up, I waited for as many fish as possible to enter my foreground (which usually only amounted to 2 or 3 tops) and fired away.
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