Now as much of a curmudgeon as I am, I don't mind helping people. Tonight at the football game I see this "new" guy I have never seen before and, he has a camera. No big deal, probably uncle Bob or Fester or something. Anyway about half way thru the second quarter, he asks me why none of his shots are coming out. I oblige and take a look. Opps, its a Nikon and I have about as much of a clue about them as I do rocket science. (Actually I think I may know more about rocket science lol)
He doesn't know how to change the apt setting, nor the shutter speed. He has the ISO at 1600 and can work that ok. I fiddled with it a bit, in between trying to keep an eye on the game and watching for my sideline feature. Finally I see he has a 1:3.3-5.6 80mm lens, with a 2x converter. I talk him into getting rid of the converter and he is closer to a good shot already. A little bit more messing around with it and I get a faster shutter speed, 1/250 and he had it at 1/60. Don't ask me how I got it changed but I did. It is now shooting better but not great.
Finally I give up, look around an no other shooters anywhere to be seen, damn cold scared em all off I guess. Anyway, about 5 minutes later I see this old guy who I know shoots Nikon and pass this "new" guy off to John.
Well a little later he comes up and starts showing me this shot and that shot, lol. John helped him get it dialed in.
Now the thing that really kind of bugged me, guy starts following me around like my assistant. I go deep, he goes deep. I am on the backside of the offense when the home team is on defense, he is right there beside me. And I mean right beside me.
Finally a pass in our direction happens, a tipped ball and the pass is incomplete. Punt team coming in, time to head deep. Well this guy is right there to show me his shot and asks what did I get, anything good? I just kind of laughed and complimented him on his shot and told him I hadn't looked and took off for the 20 yardline. Without looking back, I kind of mumbled "I hope he isn't following me", but sure enough here comes. Oh well.
He stayed with me pretty much most of the game except when I walked back to get some crowd and cheerleader shots.
Now what I want to know, have you ever helped someone and kind of regretted it? I mean I dind't mind helping him, I just didn't know he was going to hound dog me the rest of the night.





