Pictures of Fishermen (and Women), Page 5

Lena sneaks up on some alleged brook trout which gave no sign of their presence to either one of us.

My dad fighting a grayling.

This opening day brook trout was one of my first of 2004.

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

My dad scrambles along the rocks at the base of this canyon as an 18-inch, wild Alaskan rainbow gives him the best fight he's ever had from a fish.

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.

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!

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.

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.