While climbing down from a stone structure in the middle of Gettysburg National Battlefield Park, my father pointed out that across a field, there was a big hawk who had been eating something in the tall grass. After a quick lens change, I spotted the bird and began to move towards it. I started the walk from about 200 yards away. As I moved closer and closer, stopping every so often to shoot a couple photos, the bird never seemed to be bothered. This continued as he perched himself on a wooden, split-rail fence post. After it was all said and done, I was about 10 feet from this magnificent bird, who wasn't the least bit phased by my presence. He almost seemed to pose for my photos. After about 100 photos, I decided it was time to say goodbye because I could no longer feel my hands or feet (it was below freezing and windy). As I walked away, I realized that several cars had stopped to watch me get up close to this bird and take his picture. Totally worth being cold!