Wisco Harvest

I managed to catch a bit of fall harvesting with my DJI Mavic Pro drone this past trip to Wisconsin. Not as much as I would have liked, but being in the right place at the right time when every field is in a different condition can be tricky. And I was just a few weeks shy of seeing full fall color too... something I haven't been around for in many years. So much for the mea culpas...

Enjoy!

Flatlands

I'm so terrible at cross promotion that I completely forgot to post this here! But all is not lost, it's up for you now. Take a short tour thru a small portion of south central Wisconsin with me in early fall 2017 and Enjoy! my inspection of...







... water towers. :)

Fishin' Holes

And now I should start to get caught up on some of the flying and filming I did while on the mainland this fall. We will begin with my childhood friend, the Crawfish River.

Enjoy!

Fishin' Holes

The fishing tackle has been put away until the next visit.  The last week of summer is upon the Midwest and Labor Day weekend will remind the kiddies that school is about to start again.  All the little critters in this favorite hole will have to wait for me to come back and see them another time.  It's been a good trip and a relaxing one, but it's all but over.

Part of the joy of heading out to these (not always so) secret fishin' spots of mine is the scenery this time of year hear.  Soon it will all change color and then be covered in a blanket of winter white.  The cycle will continue.

Wisconsin is a great place.

A Strange Catch

Help!!!  :)

I grew up in a little town that had a river run thru it and that's a real gift for a kid.  My friends and I learned that river and all its moods and personalities over all four of Wisconsin's seasons.  We swam in it in summer.   We ice skated and played hockey on it in the winter.  Whenever the water ran high enough we rafted and boated it.  And whenever possible we fished it.  We pulled out out carp, bass, crapies, northern pike, bullheads, walleye, turtles, and other critters I've probably forgotten.  But until coming home this year on vacation I had never caught one of these guys.  And that's rather ironic.

Because this critter is a crawfish.

And the name of my little river is the Crawfish River.

Yes... I did put him back, unhurt, into his namesake water.

Frozen Tundra

The places we call home are all different. But this happens to be mine. Wisconsin. And like all... there's no place like home.

Frozen Tundra from Oliver Würffell on Vimeo.