Soldato
I've developed a real intolerance to the public being anywhere near me when doing wildlife. For example, I went out today to do some landscape and wildlife. For the latter I travelled about 100 miles , found a suitable location and spent some 30 odd minutes setting up and another 30 minutes waiting for a Nuthatch to appear to feed her chicks. Next minute a car pulled up with a bloke shouting "excuse me" twice at me and then asking what it was I was photographing.
I'd already had a number of morons screaming at me for no reason previously and thought I'd had enough of being interrupted. Furthermore the guy in the car was disturbing what it was I was trying to photograph. Instead of telling the guy what I was doing I told him I was sick to death of people asking and I was not going to tell him.
The guy in the car just laughed and sarcastically responded to me by telling me what I was doing was not a secrete. He said he'd got a camera in the back of his car as though that would qualify him some sort of status? Again-I was getting quite peed off and told him that having a camera in the back of the car ought to have gained him some insight then to what it was I was talking and complaining about.
For one it was a secrete (no matter the insignificance) and two I had worked hard and travelled to find the photograph. Furthermore I wasn't prepared to entertain the possibility there would be hoards of ignorant people flocking en masse to either vandalise the nest or disturb the chicks.
Has anybody else got to the point where constant interruption by an ignorant member of the public has led to a similar lack of patience?
I'd already had a number of morons screaming at me for no reason previously and thought I'd had enough of being interrupted. Furthermore the guy in the car was disturbing what it was I was trying to photograph. Instead of telling the guy what I was doing I told him I was sick to death of people asking and I was not going to tell him.
The guy in the car just laughed and sarcastically responded to me by telling me what I was doing was not a secrete. He said he'd got a camera in the back of his car as though that would qualify him some sort of status? Again-I was getting quite peed off and told him that having a camera in the back of the car ought to have gained him some insight then to what it was I was talking and complaining about.
For one it was a secrete (no matter the insignificance) and two I had worked hard and travelled to find the photograph. Furthermore I wasn't prepared to entertain the possibility there would be hoards of ignorant people flocking en masse to either vandalise the nest or disturb the chicks.
Has anybody else got to the point where constant interruption by an ignorant member of the public has led to a similar lack of patience?
