Pictures of Fishermen (and Women), Page 3

Here I am soaking wet holding up a hard-earned 17 inch brown trout. An hour or so before I caught her, I attempted a treacherous crossing over loose gravel, and the river was running high. I found myself treadmilling on my tiptoes to maintain my footing as the gravel slipped beneath me, and I was swept off downstream and swam to shore with a few gallons of 55 degree water in my waders. Being me, I kept fishing.

This is probably my largest grayling to date -- it's about 18 inches.

With my friend Brad Bohen at the oars of the drift boat, Don the Pond Monster and I tempted several very nice smallmouths and muskies on a productive evening float.

This beautiful little rainbow trout was feeding in late afternoon in the narrow tail of a reliable flat.

My best pike of the trip taped out at 30.5".

I was stuck sharing a long pool with several other fishermen on this popular spring creek, but I had the best fishing (the tail of the pool) all to myself, because it took the most walking to get there. The dusk hatch was extremely intense, complex, and difficult.

Lena wading across the riffle to catch up with me.

My dad went to great lengths to place a good cast above this high spruce sweeper into a little back slough where he saw a grayling rise. The cast was good, he assures me, but the grayling did not take.