A few evenings ago I was running, wearing my camera backpack, to a
I’d probably left my camera pack partially unzipped, or perhaps the weight of the second body in the little outside pocket wrenched the panel open, but either way, there was my 70-200mm lying in a pile of broken glass and mud along with my D300 in a rainwater puddle.
Luckily the puddle was shallow and the camera fine and although the lens looked gruesome, the damage was limited to the filter that took the brunt of a fall like an optical hero.
A similar thing happened a couple years ago right after I bought the lens—running (to a bus that time), interrupted by CRASH! I’d cut the broken filter ring out, but the lens threads were bent so fitting a new filter on was very difficult. Actually, until the drop, for the last couple of months I’d been trying to unscrew it to clean off some smudges, but had been unable to budge the sucker.
Lo and behold after this latest disaster (after the shattered filter was cut away) I nervously picked up a new one and it fit right in—the threads were straightened by the latest fall. A case of ironic fortune I hope never to test again.
