Flyfishing Kamchatka’s Nikolka River

I was casting a red fly to a Silver Salmon when Ingo Skulason, pointed to the ancient cedar coffins. Excavated by Eastern Russia’s Kamchatka River three had broken open spilling their contents into the water. Two others, however, protruded from the gravel bank where, balanced precariously between the overlying meadow’s dense thistles and the resting salmon, their square ends had been knocked off exposing the leather shoe soles of the long dead occupants. 


 


While on assignment for International periodicals I wrote and photographed hundreds of adventures.
The following are a selection of my favorites. 

 


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