This topic got me searching for photos that go back more than 20 years!
Let's start with the American shad, an anadromous fish and the largest member of the herring family. I cast for them below the Holyoke dam on the Connecticut River in Western Massachusetts. They're a hard-fighting fish in current.
On to Quabbin Reservoir in central MA circa 1993 for a look at a big, bold bluegill that came off a bed to smack a Pop R:
Peck, peck, peck . . . Peck, peck, peck . . . I was fishing a 4" spider grub at a depth of about 15' and expecting some smallmouth interest. I swung twice at the pecking pest and missed. Thought it was a bluegill. Third time I got it and never expected to see a landlocked salmon circling the boat just under the surface! Lake trout like to munch on hula grubs when they're shallow in the early spring but salmon are generally caught trolling.
Ah, here we are on big, beautiful, bountiful and diverse Lake Champlain. The walleye, smallie and pike were all caught within a half hour from the same spot. And hey - if anybody has any 5/8 oz. Arbogast Mudbugs they don't want, you can send them to me. Thanks.
We're in central New York now, on the Salmon River. I've been making yearly trips here in the fall and early winter since 1996. Have a look at a plump rainbow trout, a close relative of the steelhead trout but comparatively docile at the end of your line. They're strong and stubborn coming in but no where near as crazy as steelhead.
If you burst into a tackle shop in Oswego, New York and yelled, "Hey, I just landed a 12 lb. brown from your river!" you would get blank stares. Maybe someone would ask if it was your first trip here. Boys, brown trout braggin' rights start in the in the high teens here.
Oomph! We're back on the Salmon River now. In 2011 there were still quite a few salmon in the river at the time of my annual visit. I was fishing a size 10 fly at the end of a 7 lb. fluoro leader. I had 8 lb. copolymer filling the spool of my Stradic 4000 which was mounted on a 10 1/2' noodle, a slow action stick designed to wear down big fish and, in this instance, the fisherman. It took me at least a 1/2 hour to bring this king salmon to the net. The big, young guy helping me estimated it at 24 lbs.
The scale at the smokehouse read 11.2 lbs. for this steelhead. It had been a long, slow day on the river and just as dusk was settling in, this fish took a size 10 Glo Bug. It then ran me 200 yards (300?) downstream and it was heading for a pool I couldn't negotiate - I was already waist deep and having a hard time seeing my next step as dusk deepened. My netman said, "You gotta stop it." So I put more pressure on the noodle rod, bending it into the shape of a "C." The line held and here's the picture:
January 5, 1999. I was in my totally obsessed phase of steelheading. Why else would I be standing in a 33º river in Red Ball waders which old timers remember as being made of canvas. If you're fishing the Great Lakes region this time of year you shouldn't be surprised by a few flurries (more commonly known as a "lake effect snow" or, even more serious, a "whiteout"). It's weather your mother wouldn't want you out in. But hey, I was afflicted, had to be there. Hah, it was worth the pain!
Now, understand that I love Quabbin smallies, but if you twisted my arm and said, "Pick a fish!" I'd have to say the fastest, most unpredictable species I've fought - steelhead trout.
[screenshot from YouTube video by Aaron Holmes]