At the end of September we had a super moon eclipse. A tripod, a cloudless night and a few rum and cokes produced these pictures.
The “blood moon” eclipse.
The blood moon did not mean the end of the world, as some thought, but a fate just as unthinkable . . . . I was out of rum.
What the heck does this have to do with bird hunting?
Birdhunter 
Very cool pics as always, heading to SD with Joe and a former neighbor to bag some pheasant. Where’s Ben and Tex?!
Sean, I wish I was going! Have fun with Joe and be safe.