Wildlife Photography
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ompalomper ONLINE (12/17/2015) [-] ok man, im ready
oh god delete that one, lets just try again
oh god delete that one, lets just try again
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iqequalzero (12/17/2015) [-] "Karen your ass smells like **** . Cmon you gotta wipe proper."
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legoseed ONLINE (12/16/2015) [-] I want to be a photographer if it means getting attention from cute animals
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jomgor (12/17/2015) [-] These are all great until you realize wildlife photography is 50 hours of sitting alone in hostile uncomfortable environments in tiny blinds for one blurry shot of an animal.
There's a reason nature documentaries take YEARS to make.
true story from my time apprenticing as a WP; Me and the crew were assigned to help out a research team studying fresh water otters and the potential threat they faced from local indigenous tribes. basically we were there to document the research and the interactions with the natives for a Nat Geo piece.
First problem arose when we found out that the guy who was going to be our pilot mysteriously disappeared a week before our arrival, its assumed he crashed in the jungle, to this day he and his plane are MIA.
so with no other local pilots available we had to go with plan B and enter the jungle via river. now for most people in the world the odea of traveling on a river is a pretty relaxing thing, just a big line you follow. well in the jungle rivers are far more like capillaries in the circulatory system than a traditional river, so we had to get a person who knew the area and wasnt sketchy as **** (side note its not uncommon in places like south America for natives to "help" foreign researchers and tourists by taking them deep into the jungle to where they want to go and then rob them and throw them overboard, if that happens you will more than likely never be heard from again) so after a few days getting behind schedule trying to find someone who could both take us where we needed to go and and not kill us when we got there we finally found a native fisher guy who agreed to help for a few bucks, which is like three months of earnings there.
so we took a dug out boat (basically a felled tree, split lengthwise and then hollowed into the shape of a boat) 130 miles upstream, took about a week of hard work since the boat did not have a motor so we had to push against the current with long ass sticks the entire way.
we fianlly get to the village with relatively little trouble, a flood one day and a few rapids slowed us down but altogether the trip was more physical exertion than anything else. once in the village we have to sit through a 3 day ceremony the natives did so that forest spirits wouldn't corrupt our own spirits and make us threats to the village (were talking tribes that have seen MAYBE a dozen foreigners in their entire history so naturally they are very superstitious) to top it off the entire time we have to be REALLY careful about not sharing any kind of utensil, or sweat or anything with the natives since either party could contract horrible diseases the others have zero immunity to so your essentially dancing a knifes edge just by breathing in the proximity of these people.
anyways were finally allowed to go into the jungle around the village where we here there is a population of otters, our guide leads us into the jungle and down a few rivers. and then down some more rivers, and then down some more rivers. basically we spent 4 days combing the local river system in a grid pattern searching for otters.
day 5 we finally find some about 13 miles up river, very small family group, we see 6 adults and 2 juveniles. We are super stoked, get cameras out, start prepping.
then the little ******* notice us on the bank. turns out they are a delicacy and integral part of our host tribes religion and they hunt the otters as a sort of right of passage, a youth has to enter the jungle alone, make their ow weapon, hunt an otter and bring it back.
so the otters are ******* terrified of people, naturally they get the **** outa there the second they notice us.
There's a reason nature documentaries take YEARS to make.
true story from my time apprenticing as a WP; Me and the crew were assigned to help out a research team studying fresh water otters and the potential threat they faced from local indigenous tribes. basically we were there to document the research and the interactions with the natives for a Nat Geo piece.
First problem arose when we found out that the guy who was going to be our pilot mysteriously disappeared a week before our arrival, its assumed he crashed in the jungle, to this day he and his plane are MIA.
so with no other local pilots available we had to go with plan B and enter the jungle via river. now for most people in the world the odea of traveling on a river is a pretty relaxing thing, just a big line you follow. well in the jungle rivers are far more like capillaries in the circulatory system than a traditional river, so we had to get a person who knew the area and wasnt sketchy as **** (side note its not uncommon in places like south America for natives to "help" foreign researchers and tourists by taking them deep into the jungle to where they want to go and then rob them and throw them overboard, if that happens you will more than likely never be heard from again) so after a few days getting behind schedule trying to find someone who could both take us where we needed to go and and not kill us when we got there we finally found a native fisher guy who agreed to help for a few bucks, which is like three months of earnings there.
so we took a dug out boat (basically a felled tree, split lengthwise and then hollowed into the shape of a boat) 130 miles upstream, took about a week of hard work since the boat did not have a motor so we had to push against the current with long ass sticks the entire way.
we fianlly get to the village with relatively little trouble, a flood one day and a few rapids slowed us down but altogether the trip was more physical exertion than anything else. once in the village we have to sit through a 3 day ceremony the natives did so that forest spirits wouldn't corrupt our own spirits and make us threats to the village (were talking tribes that have seen MAYBE a dozen foreigners in their entire history so naturally they are very superstitious) to top it off the entire time we have to be REALLY careful about not sharing any kind of utensil, or sweat or anything with the natives since either party could contract horrible diseases the others have zero immunity to so your essentially dancing a knifes edge just by breathing in the proximity of these people.
anyways were finally allowed to go into the jungle around the village where we here there is a population of otters, our guide leads us into the jungle and down a few rivers. and then down some more rivers, and then down some more rivers. basically we spent 4 days combing the local river system in a grid pattern searching for otters.
day 5 we finally find some about 13 miles up river, very small family group, we see 6 adults and 2 juveniles. We are super stoked, get cameras out, start prepping.
then the little ******* notice us on the bank. turns out they are a delicacy and integral part of our host tribes religion and they hunt the otters as a sort of right of passage, a youth has to enter the jungle alone, make their ow weapon, hunt an otter and bring it back.
so the otters are ******* terrified of people, naturally they get the **** outa there the second they notice us.
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jomgor (12/17/2015) [-] so now we have to try and film and study these ******* without them seeing us, and our native guide is not the most patient of humans.
so we spend the next two weeks in full camo gear, in the ******* rainforest beinng eaten alive by insects trying to study these very skiddish otters. our science director nearly died from heat stroke, we lost 1300$ worth of equipment to the moisture, and one of the researchers was attacked by a god damn leopard when she was going to the bathroom.
to top it all off our stay was cut short when a kid from the village fell ill with what we assumed was a common cold, until he started coughing up blood and puking blood, then the village turned on us saying we cursed the kid and the research expedition was cut short by us literally running for our lives from this native tribe.
and from my understanding thats how the majority of research expeditions go. you barely see the things your looking for, you spend thousands of dollars on equipment thats isnt designed for the environment and natives try tot kill you.
so we spend the next two weeks in full camo gear, in the ******* rainforest beinng eaten alive by insects trying to study these very skiddish otters. our science director nearly died from heat stroke, we lost 1300$ worth of equipment to the moisture, and one of the researchers was attacked by a god damn leopard when she was going to the bathroom.
to top it all off our stay was cut short when a kid from the village fell ill with what we assumed was a common cold, until he started coughing up blood and puking blood, then the village turned on us saying we cursed the kid and the research expedition was cut short by us literally running for our lives from this native tribe.
and from my understanding thats how the majority of research expeditions go. you barely see the things your looking for, you spend thousands of dollars on equipment thats isnt designed for the environment and natives try tot kill you.
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cadavertheory (12/17/2015) [-] People taking pictures of other people taking pictures. It's like professional instagramming.
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hatergonnatroll (12/17/2015) [-] But... if that guy is photographing the photographer, then who's photographing the photographer's photographer?
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firesky (12/17/2015) [-]
If you want to experience the squirrel one yourself and happen to visit Warsaw, visit Chopin park. Those ******* use you as monkey bars if they think you have something to eat.
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daredevizz (12/17/2015) [-] Oh gawd, What Madness Did i Roll?!?!?!? does such a thing even exist?
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seamusmcmaximus (12/17/2015) [-] Something's telling me those little bastards are gonna come out and I'm finally gonna get their picture.
I can feel it. I can almost smell it. Today's the day!
just gotta be patient
I can feel it. I can almost smell it. Today's the day!
just gotta be patient
