Missed Shot that Haunts

I'll jump in with the first reply....(yay!)

So, I was hiking in southern Alaska. I had travelled there for business and took my Minolta 7D and a 24-70 and 50-500. I didn't have any room for a good tripod, so I picked up a $29 special at the local department store while there. Given the size of the lenses and the flimsiness of the tripod, I had to do most of my tripod-stabilized shots using the self-timer. (If I depressed the shutter while the camera was on this tripod, it would shake for a good 5 seconds before it settled down).

I had just done a few landscape shots on the tripod and unmounted the camera. As I began walking away, I heard a thud behind me. The biggest bald eagle I've ever seen landed about 10-12 feet behind me and stared right at me! I had the 50-500 on the body and great light, so I could have shot some of the most amazing closeups of a truly regal bird! That bird, by the way, was in NO way threatened by me. She just gazed at me knowing that if I made the wrong move, her talons could have rearranged every part of my body.

So, framed the first picture and have a full frame shot of the bird's head. I snapped the shutter and I hear "beep, beep, beep, beep." At this point, I let out an expletive and yanked the camera away to tweak the setting. Apparently the bird didn't care for this and she promptly flew away. I did get a beautiful shot of the ground though as I fumbled for the settings, muttering loudly!

 

I've got another one, so I'll go for the second reply too!

My wife and I were hiking on the Appalachian Trail. We both had Minolta 7D bodies. We both had fast zooms on our cameras and got some great shots of typical eastern US woodland creatures. As we were walking off of one of the trails, we came into a clearing. At the other side of the clearing (about 30 feet away) was an adolescent black bear munching away on lunch. It startled the heck out of us and we startled the heck out of it. As I told my wife to slowly back away, she turned tail and RAN. Loudly!

Knowing that, when being chased by a bear, you don't have to be the fastest, you just have to be faster than the slowest, I began hot pursuit of my wife. The bear decided we were bad news from the start and it ran in the opposite direction.

I do wish that we had calmly raised up our cameras and gotten a couple great shots of this beautiful bear in its natural habitat, but I'm also grateful that we have the ability to walk and chew solid foods still too!

 

Ahhh, the dreaded I-forgot-I-set-it-on-self-timer-mode. Who hasn't had one of these?   Nice one, cucco.

 

The island of Jura, 2003. It's pissing it down. My car's broken, and I've wasted most of my only day there arranging for a tow truck from Oban to meet me at the end of the double ferry trip back to the Scottish mainland. So I study the map, throw on my hat and raincoat, and trudge uphill into the forest.

Jura forest is pretty odd. It was planted many years earlier with fast-growing pines with the intent to start a timber business... but something went awry with the plan and the trees were never cut down (though there was some evidence of logging when I was there... indeed, the whole forest could be gone today, for all I know). So the trees are too close together for their size, and the forest floor is an impenetrable mess of fallen trees, stumps, branches and a deep mat of pine needles, turned to mulch by the years. So the only sane way to move around is to follow the muddy 'roads'. After about an hour, I'm cold, tired and bored, so I turn back.

And there's a deer standing there watching me. A proper, wild deer with antlers. Suddenly the whole day is worthwhile. I reach for my camera bag and open it. The deer twitches. I slide the camera out, lose the lens cap, switch it on and... BEEP. And the deer is gone.

Dammit.

 

When we were driving around Cairo, there were donkey-pulled carts in among the cars on the road and the buses. We were alongside such a cart, filled to capacity several layers deep with the roundest watermelons I'd ever seen. There was only the slightest area for a driver to sit (it was an open cart with barely any front and no sides) and the wife was sitting on the bed of the cart. The wind gusted, blowing one end of her bright blue hijab away. She tried to hold onto the cart with one hand and adjust her scarf with the other. While I'd have loved to have taken a picture of that, it would have been disrespectful to do so, so I did not.

 

I'm absolutely kicking myself about this one.
This was the last day of looking after Homer for 2 weeks. There were very few opportunities to be out in the garden.
I got some good photos of him but this would have been the best, and while not the greatest photo ever, would have been very nice indeed.
In faffing about with my gorrilapod, and unsighted of the screen, a darn chop off.