Dryfired... That's a picture of me almost 30 years ago when I lived in the state of Wyoming.
The story behind the picture is more about the picture itself than the circumstances under which it was taken.
A friend and I were out scouting for whatever we could find, varmint calling and shooting ground squirrels.
We climbed the promontory in the picture... an isolated hill out in the sage brush desert that an old timer had told us about. He said it was a great place for bobcats and we called it "Catrock".
Calling produced nothing so we decided to take a few pictures because it was a neat place. We actually shot several different exposures of that same pose.
Later while going through the slides (slide film)I culled this picture because of the black spot that showed in it.
It was many, many years later that I was looking over those old slides when I came to this one again. In a moment of crystal clear flashback recollection I remembered that day, the smell of the sage brush and the golden eagle that circled lazily
around us.
So it wasn't just a black spot on the film, but an eagle hunting for it's next meal
And that's the story of that picture.