There is a seal living in Poole Harbour. He has been there for years. Some say there is more than one, but everyone agrees that there is at least one. Despite having paddled through the harbour on many occasions, I had never seen him (her?) and two years back I determined to do so.
I guessed that he would most likely hang out in the southern part of the harbour, which is quiet and empty of human activity in the winter months. I chose to go look for him at spring tides, so that the high water would cover over the mud bank expanses and make it easy to approach all parts of the harbour. I launched from Wareham and paddled down the River Frome into the upper reaches of Poole Harbour. No sign of him. I passed between the Arne Peninsula and Long Island into the quietest corner of all…and right away there he was, directly in front of my sea kayak, happily swimming around and looking right at me.
My hunt was over, my prey cornered. I picked up my camera and aimed it at my quarry…
0 Responses to “The Inner Game of Wildlife Photography”