'If the situation is favorable, you act. If not, stop ' (Sun Tzu).
The ancient text of the Art of War teaches you how to win without attacking. Mr.
Sun Tzu, the Chinese should know better.
His writings have been for centuries (and still am) inspired to address conflicts of any kind, extended to such limitations, personal.
One of the phrases that tears a smile for its simplicity is this:
'When through an area with mountains, forests, marshes and roads impractical, it is a ground "difficult."
Last Saturday the weather was mild. The morning sun had forced me to climb a mountain that has long neglected. I decided to look for a pack of wild boars that I was sure was in a clearing to enjoy that sun.
Sun Tzu would define the terrain in which I move "difficult." My enemies were developed under the boar.
Not even a breath of wind. Advantages and disadvantages for both parties.
The aim was to get as close as possible to take some pictures in full frame.
Despising the choice of a jacket, for my taste, issued a deafening noise at every step, I get the wood slowly, stopping often to look around.
The art of bow hunting, moreover, teaches that a good hunter spends more time looking around to walk.
now hot, and came in sight of the clearing known intention to raise a young boar leaves in search of food.
The noise is doing to help cover my footsteps.
Account trees that can give me a hiding and exploit them.
at approach to herd requires more than twenty minutes to cover only fifteen meters.
Each tree provides a foothold for telephoto: I take this opportunity to lower the pulse of the heart and catch my breath.
Emotion makes you think that the beasts can hear the beating of your heart.
Finally I see the flock, a dozen specimens, including imposing a male and a female in good shape. Ignore the herd and decide to messing with the dominant male.
The male is heading alone into a puddle of mud, I follow the move parallel to him.
If it stops, I stop myself.
Using a broken trunk, a hump of land, a group beech, everything becomes a secret meeting.
are less than five feet from him and I can take some good portrait.
do another step, just one, but in total silence is breaking a twig under my boots: the male turns to me, grunts, I tip.
brief exchange of glances: the beast decides to fall back a few meters.
came the female to see what happens: he stares at me for a moment, and gathers the herd moving.
The long approach maneuver required great self-control, I need to vent.
I climb on top of the forest.
secures equipment, clasp buckles, check the laces of his boots. The slope
della discesa è notevole, quindi molto divertente scendere senza contare troppo sui freni.
Lo facevo da bambino, lo faccio ancora: mi sbilancio in avanti e mi lascio andare, inizio a correre e ad evitare gli ostacoli. Del resto, da bambino guidavo una bicicletta coi freni rotti, non li ho mai riparati.
Nell'istante in cui stacco la certezza dell'appoggio penso che prima o poi diventerò b.a.s.e. jumper
Impossibile fermarsi dove si vorrebbe, meglio anticipare ogni mossa per non finire abbracciati ad un faggio.
Finita la discesa, potrei avere qualche graffio e livido in più, ma se i cinghiali fotografassero, scatterebbero la foto ad un insolito bipede soddisfatto.
Canon 50d - 400mm - f5.6
