Odd Pictures
These odds and ends didn't fit into any of my other categories. Sometimes a really weird (or slightly twisted) picture opportunity presents itself and it's hard to can't pass it up. I think the oddest picture so far was the crayfish that grabbed my nymph and held on long enough for the camera.

I don't know if I skunked this day or not. I didn't catch any trout, but, um... does this count? (He grabbed onto my Pink Squirrel nymph as it drifted along the bottom and held on for dear life with his pincers.)

This rock formation overlooks a grayling stream on the central Alaskan road system.

This is my friend Brad's English Setter named Penny, framed against a sunset during the short drive between landings after a float trip.

My frequent fishing partner Brad Bohen spotted and photographed this beer poster in Brule, WI. He's got a good eye for trout, and this one looked familiar. Sure enough, it's a 15 incher I caught in the Catskills in August 2004 on an emergent sparkle pupa. I posted it here.

Oops.
I let my little light cahill spinner dangle in the air a bit too long while looking for rises. There were at least 30 bats flying around the pool, and this one hooked itself on my fly. I just let it fly around my rod tip and, while trying to figure out what to do, I took some pictures. (When in doubt...) Eventually it managed to unhook itself and fly away.
I let my little light cahill spinner dangle in the air a bit too long while looking for rises. There were at least 30 bats flying around the pool, and this one hooked itself on my fly. I just let it fly around my rod tip and, while trying to figure out what to do, I took some pictures. (When in doubt...) Eventually it managed to unhook itself and fly away.


Jedi Master Mishka, the mighty 6-week-old labrador retriever puppy, investigates my largest brook trout ever (as of June '06). He quickly approved of the fish and then tried to eat my sock.
Disclaimer: Before any C&R evangelists go for my throat, I'll point out that this is the only trout I've kept all year, and it inhaled my dry fly directly into its gills and ripped one of them out during the fight. It was mine or the herons'.
Disclaimer: Before any C&R evangelists go for my throat, I'll point out that this is the only trout I've kept all year, and it inhaled my dry fly directly into its gills and ripped one of them out during the fight. It was mine or the herons'.

A trout stream valley covered in mist after a spring thunderstorm on a hot, humid day.

The NY DEC has installed these trout habitat improvements on a small upstate stream. I found that most fish in the stream orient to them.

It seems somebody lost a fly on a tree limb as they floated down the river, and this bat flew by and attacked it and got stuck. Either that, or the bat caught their fly as they were fishing and wrapped it around the limb as he was fighting to get away. Either could happen, although the former possibility is a bit more likely.
