Staying safe while out with your DSLR digital camera is one of those subjects that no-one really wants to think about, but unfortunately it is the world that we live in. When out with your camera you are out in the open with what is a valuable and expensive to replace product, I dare say we have all heard or seen the stories of youths attacking other youths just for a mobile phone, well what happened to a good friend of mine could have cost him a lot more and certainly gave thought for how you could better deal with the unthinkable.
One glorious summer day my friend decided it would be nice to take a stroll and visit a local lake for a spot of wildlife photography, this was nothing out of the ordinary as he and I both do this often along with many other keen photography enthusiasts worldwide.
Once at the lake he soon realised that he was pretty much alone which pleased him as this meant there would be no disruption to the wildlife meaning he would have a much better chance of getting some good animal shots.
He started off by walking around the heavily wooded side of the lake where not much else could go except for a human on foot and even then only just in some places.
Once he got around the far side of the lake, which was about a mile from where he had started from he noticed what appeared to be a young lad riding a monkey-bike (small motorbike) up an off-cut of the lake which was a public footpath, the young lad spotted my friend and sped off out of sight up the footpath acting as though he knew he should not be there on the bike.
He continued around the far side which was like a grass path with thick bushes and a high fence on one side with Aldelo Pay no exit and the lake itself on the other, still quite happily taking pictures at this point.
Then from no-where he heard the roar of a much bigger off-road motorbike screaming up behind him…
He heard the motorbike stop just a few feet behind him, then a voice called out, “mister” he froze and turned around, there was a rather unsavoury looking lad on this bike covered in mud and tattoos staring straight at him, or rather his camera, which he was now clutching tightly in his hand.
The lad said “where do these paths lead and which one can we use our bikes on” it was at this point that my friend spotted two other lads further down the path behind this lad as well as the young kid on the monkey-bike.
Quickly thinking he pointed in the opposite direction from where he was standing stating that they would be better off at the golf club end, he stood his ground as the lad turned the bike around and revved off digging up all the grass with wheel spin as he sped away.
Now his heart was racing and was in fear for his safety. While he thought he could perhaps tackle one of these youths alone he would possibly not stand much chance against all three.