Pictures of Fishermen (and Women), Page 15

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.

Lena unceremoniously releases her first self-fly-caught trout. It landed safely in its home pool.

I like the unexpected "oops" pictures so much better than normally posed fish!

I took great care to handle the best fish of the night, a 16+ inch rainbow trout, very gently for a picture. As usual, the fish slipped away before the photo. Here's one snapped too early, while I fumbled with the trout in the net. It's really there! Honest!

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.

I'm holding a beautiful 20 inch brown trout from Isonychia time.

My parents fishing the lower Namekagon for smallmouths with Wendy from the Hayward Fly Fishing Company.

My 7-month-old fishing buddy.