So, I'd been sitting on my stool for two-hours, shooting egrets, herons, gulls, geese, duck, pelicans, etc. all relaxing and getting ready to bed down on this point. This fisherman came up and was nice enough to ask if he'd mess up my shot if he fished off this point, to which I said that it would, because he'd scare off all the birds that I'd been shooting for the last two-hours and I was waiting for the sunset. I suggested that the stream to my immediately left or the cove to my right had all been successfully fished by the birds. The shit-head then headed straight for the point and scared off all the birds. He didn't even spend fifteen minutes fishing the point, then walked away. At least he didn't catch anything. It takes all kinds:
Sunset - Cherry Creek Reservoir by
David Stephens, on Flickr