Pictures of Fishermen (and Women), Page 5

This is my dad's first wild Alaskan rainbow trout.

My dad nets a grayling.

My dad's first arctic grayling.

Here I'm tying on a fly in the middle of a warm summer day. Despite the conditions, the trout responded well.

My dad walks back to the car after a few hours catching grayling.

Out in this pike slough we made an interesting fine, a long-decayed moose carcass. Against my protest, my dad lifted the skull out of the water as a potential souvenir. However, it wasn't quite broken down to nothing-but-bone yet, and it smelled horrible, so it went back in the river.

My dad was messing around with this pike for about 10 minutes with various goofy weedless lures with mediocre hooking quality, and he kept missing it. Finally he threw on the only lure a spin fisherman ever needs, the Heddon Lucky 13 (my favorite for many years before I started fly fishing), and he caught the fish on the first cast. Not only did he hook it--he also snared it.

A 17-inch rainbow I caught Thursday evening

Here I'm netting a nice rainbow in the rapids.

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.