Rises

Backhanded Savantism

Mike Peters takes one for the team during a frigid January day on the northern Oregon coast.” Photo: Alex Gonsiewski
“There are times when I am happy to be the guide and not the angler. A prime example is when the water is 34 degrees and reaching the bucket requires a wade up to your armpits. Mike Peters takes one for the team during a frigid January day on the northern Oregon coast.” Photo: Alex Gonsiewski

“Jeremy Koreski (left) and Mike McLean(right) condition this Clackamas River hatchery steelhead with a bit of the ol’ rock shampoo. It’s always great to witness another photographer catch a fish because we’re usually tucked away behind a camera somewhere. I was excited to make some frames of Koreski. Unfortunately, he was not able to return the favor—because I was not able to seal the deal.” Photo: Copi Vojta

On a cold December evening, Janis Gotsis changes his fly pattern, hoping to tempt a fickle brown or two beneath the glow of Stockholm’s Christmas lights. Sweden’s third-largest lake squeezes its way toward the Baltic Sea through the nation’s capital, where the two bodies of water meet without a clearly defined river between them. During the short open season, anglers gather at all hours for surreal fishing among commuters and concrete, targeting sea-run brown trout. Photo: Duncan Philpott

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