On Wednesday, whilst running fast to avoid having additional holes added to my studly body, I was forced to negotiate an 8-ft deep irrigation ditch which was about 5 feet across.
Using my well-know superhero powers, I successfully managed to misjudge the gap completely and was additionally thrown off-balance by my slung rifle slamming me in the back. This caused me to fall backwards into the ditch and I somehow landed face-down, with all my weight behind both my cameras which I was holding in each hand to avoid bashing them together.
Result:
Both cameras looked like they'd been carved out of solid lumps of muddy clay; both lens hoods on the 80-200 and 24-70 had snapped their retaining lugs and pushed halway-down the lens barrels; one 'leaf' of the 80-200's hood had snapped in half.
After much scrubbing with damp face-cloths and toothbrushes, both cameras are fine and the broken lens hoods are taped back in place with even more gaffer-tape and tan cloth (we call it 'Sniper-') tape (I have no spare lens-hoods and they'll take weeks to get here even if I ask for them right now).
All I can say is that once again, I'm hugely impressed by the build-quality of the D3's and the Nikkor lenses I'm using out here... I must have had 40kg of weight on me as well as all my body-weight bearing down on them as I fell...
I will also say that actually feeling the breath of wind as bullets pass by your head is a very unpleasant experience...hitherto I've only heard the 'crack and thump' as they pass a few feet above me...which is bad enough...
Look at tomorrow's Sunday Times for the whole report by journalist Miles Amoore, who I shamelessly used as a sandbag during the initial contact.
Using my well-know superhero powers, I successfully managed to misjudge the gap completely and was additionally thrown off-balance by my slung rifle slamming me in the back. This caused me to fall backwards into the ditch and I somehow landed face-down, with all my weight behind both my cameras which I was holding in each hand to avoid bashing them together.
Result:
Both cameras looked like they'd been carved out of solid lumps of muddy clay; both lens hoods on the 80-200 and 24-70 had snapped their retaining lugs and pushed halway-down the lens barrels; one 'leaf' of the 80-200's hood had snapped in half.
After much scrubbing with damp face-cloths and toothbrushes, both cameras are fine and the broken lens hoods are taped back in place with even more gaffer-tape and tan cloth (we call it 'Sniper-') tape (I have no spare lens-hoods and they'll take weeks to get here even if I ask for them right now).
All I can say is that once again, I'm hugely impressed by the build-quality of the D3's and the Nikkor lenses I'm using out here... I must have had 40kg of weight on me as well as all my body-weight bearing down on them as I fell...
I will also say that actually feeling the breath of wind as bullets pass by your head is a very unpleasant experience...hitherto I've only heard the 'crack and thump' as they pass a few feet above me...which is bad enough...
Look at tomorrow's Sunday Times for the whole report by journalist Miles Amoore, who I shamelessly used as a sandbag during the initial contact.
How the Hell are to going to settle down to civvy strret? You'll probably eat your gun in the first week!