[ COVER ] Charley Rendon is a not only a world-class flyfishing guide, but he also grew up commercially diving for rock lobster on Mexico’s Yucatan peninsula and has some wild stories to tell about it, including one about an alligator grabbing him by the skull. So, it’s no surprise he didn’t hesitate to jump into Brazil’s Rio Marié moments after leader, fly line and this fish disappeared deep into thick cover. Charley vanished into the jungle/river margin and, after a bit of splashing around, reemerged with a 16-pound peacock bass securely in hand. Photo: Jeff Forsee [ RISES ] [ 01 ] Tim Sanford hoping for a taker on a breezy day on a stocked lake in Montana’s alpine Shangri-La. The fishing was a bust, but he netted some lunker scenery. Photo: Ben Herndon [ 02 ] Craig Mathews releases a large, lake-run cutthroat fooled by a creation deemed the “Junk Beetle,” a foam creature with lengthy orange legs and winner of the “Fly of the Day” award. After each fish caught with the pattern, Craig would laugh at the silly looking fly’s effectiveness. Photo: Jakob Burleson [ 03 ] Tae Harstad-Johnson searches for another smallie to play with on the St. Louis River, MN. Fly anglers are always on the lookout for another perch from which to cast. Photo: Hansi Johnson [ 04 ] “This grasshopper was throwing some serious side eye, perhaps thinking I was feeding fish with his friends. Luckily for him, it was dusk and the Mississippi River smallmouth around Saint Paul, MN, were happily taking poppers.” Photo: Justin Carfagnini [ 05 ] Hot, thirsty and sore-armed after a heavy-lifting morning of carpin’, Evan Slater does his best to keep his pants tear-free in the eastern Washington state desert. Photo: Copi Vojta [ 06 ] “I woke up around 3:30 am, checked the wind and grabbed my camera, a tripod and an 8-weight. Lake Superior’s south shore in Wisconsin was slicked out. After a long paddle through the dark I found a group of smallies working bait in the rocky corners of the shoreline. I set up my camera, grabbed a few photos and worked a few fish. Around 7 a.m. the wind came up, the fish disappeared, and I made the downwind push home.” Photo: Luke Kavajecz [ 07 ] Cocktail or coffee? Either way, scoping the chop for rising brook trout in the Idaho alpine is always better with a beverage in hand. Photo: Ray J. Gadd 014 THE FLYFISH JOURNAL
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