The winter sun was low to the horizon as I steadied myself upon a rather uncomfortable wooden perch. My back to the sun and downwind, target in clear sight, I drew in a deep breath then slowly exhaled as I prepared to take the shot.
At the bottom of my breath I waited for that brief moment between heart beats as I took up the slack in my finger. Thump thump Thump thump squeeze. The sharp report from my mouse-click heralded the confirmation of success. Congratulations, you... more