|Right place, right time is about persistence|
By Kurt Krueger
WE HAD just found cooperative walleyes on a deep weed edge, my fishing partners coming up with the first double of the night, when two loons came swimming past at close range.
There was a tiny, young-of-the-year chick between them, one small enough to be less than a week old. They headed for the wooded shoreline, the sun illuminating those brilliant red eyes.
To the disdain of my fishing partners, I apologized and said the walleyes would have to wait. I couldn’t pass up this photo opportunity, or at least an attempt to see how close they’d let me get.
|Tuesday, July 10, 2012 2:59 PM|