Pictures of Fishermen (and Women), Page 3

Here I'm looking through the sampling net for interesting nymphs, some of which ended up on this site.

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.

This is my biggest and certainly best stream-resident rainbow to date, a wild 19-incher pulled from a Class III-IV rapids. It's also the first fish ever to take me into my backing.

My dad works his way through the shallows of a smallmouth river. The hole around the large boulder might shelter bass in normal water, but we floated this stretch during a prolonged drought and the fish had left the shallows.

I try to find a brookie in a beautiful, clear pool, but with no luck.

This is my first-ever lake trout, caught on a spinner before we stopped to unpack the fly rods near the beginning of a 4-day float trip. I caught another of about the same size soon thereafter. The coloration is incredible compared to other lakers I've seen -- a much more believable cousin to the brook trout.

I concentrate on some hungry brook trout on opening day, 2004.

This kype-jawed 21 inch male was my biggest trout ever at the time. Two casts after I released this one, another of about the same size savagely hit my nymph, leapt into the air, and spit the hook in about half a second.

This big smallmouth slammed a Dahlberg Diver on the surface.

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.