Just recently, I was asked by a friend to accompany him as an apprentice to a monthly wrestling show that he shoots for regularly. I was playing this over in my head for a while after words, vis a vis; am I going to be in the stands? Do I need to finally order that 70-200 telephoto lens I've been musing over for the past six months? Will my car make it up to Carson City from the Springs? All of these things pried away at me for a week or two until I finally agreed to tag along and bring everything I had.
Loading up a digital SLR, two 35mm SLRS, a Canon point and shoot, three back up batteries for each camera, 7 GB worth of memory, four different lenses and my tripod into two camera bags was the easy part. Picking up my buddy who was carrying about a tenth of my own gear was easy as well. What was not easy to grasp was when I got there and was brought directly through the curtains and positioned at one of the corners of the ring, camera in hand, no questions asked.
The only advice I received?
"Stay in the corner as much as possible. Don't block the audience's view. There's a street fight tonight, so when bodies start flying, stay low and get the hell out of the way. Good luck!"
"Thanks buddy."