The Great Blue Heron stands at attention as though to guard his territory. That’s how it appeared one day while my son and I were fishing on the St. Lawrence River not far from the cottage. To conserve fuel, I would position the boat upstream so that we would drift down along the shore. Casting our lines, we may find the best fishing hole for bass. I would repeat the drift a few times if nothing would bite. Drifting for me is also a way to watch the shore for wildlife such as this heron. During many trips I’m more on a photo shoot while Austin would cast. Sometimes he’d catch the shore versus a fish. It’s either that, a log, a clump of weeds, anything but a living creature. Its not always about the fish. For me its about being out there with my boy. He too liked to watch the herons and would cut his voice to a whisper, “Daddy, look at that heron” he would say. “Shhhh, lets not scare him off” I’d reply. Of course, I wanted pictures when he thought we were just being considerate of nature. He’s grown now and will someday have his own children. I hope he takes them fishing as I did him, and he remembers our days together.