Pictures of Fishermen (and Women), Page 4
Hare are the obligatory pictures of me and people I've fished with, fishing and holding fish. Fly casting makes for really nice pictures if the camera's set up just right. And nothing beats a candid "dropping a fish" moment.
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Lena sneaks up on some alleged brook trout which gave no sign of their presence to either one of us.
I cross a small river after an unsuccessful attempt to find some fall-run landlocked salmon. This picture was taken shortly after another very nice wider picture of the same spot.
Photo by Elena Vayndorf.
Photo by Elena Vayndorf.
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's first trout on the fly -- a heavily colored male brookie of a respectable size for his tiny stream. I left her with the rod and a nymph and walked downstream to man the camera, then I turned around and she was waving this trout around in the air. A pleasant surprise!
A 20-inch brown jumps at the end of my dad's fly line, but the picture quality isn't the best. He could just as easily be shaking his fist at a beaver.
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.
My dad missed strikes for a couple hours in this demanding small stream before finally catching this pretty brook trout. The stream is pristine and its trout very wild, but the insect population is terrific, so the trout (a mix of browns and brookies) are not naive.
Here my dad drops his largest resident rainbow ever, after a spectacular fight. It's a good 18 inches.
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