eugene

I have always been in awe of those who can capture the essence of the outdoors, and our sport and passion, in particular. Whether with brush and canvas or lens and film, these true artists can depict in one image, the raw power of nature and the fundamental ingredients of what we as fly fishermen crave. They are able to show us nature in all its states and to portray moods that elicit reactive feelings from the viewer.

One such accomplished artist is Eugene Hoyano. Born and raised in Montreal, Canada, Eugene lives to fly fish and has mastered the art of capturing in film the objects of his passion.

He has travelled extensively throughout Canada, from the Pacific to the Atlantic, and from the Canada/U.S. border to the Yukon and Labrador. Film is his canvas, and the Canadian wilderness his inspiration.

Non-conformist by nature, Eugene is currently looking forward to more muskie adventures this spring (to the relief of other fish species). Last time we spoke he confided about his latest killer muskie fly. Those toothy critters had better watch out.

His images have appeared in various outdoor and fly fishing publications such as: Atlantic Salmon Journal, Grey's Sporting Journal, Fly Rod & Reel, Canadian Sportfishing, Sentier Chasse et Peche, Aventure Chasse et Peche, Passion de Peche and American Fisheries Journal. In addition, his work has also appeared in various coffee table books.

Sit back and enjoy the images, as Eugene takes you on this remarkable voyage.

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Life cycle comes full circle... nothing is wasted. The once mighty chinook provides needed protein to birds, mammals and fish.

Hurry to the pool where the noble salar awaits. Anticipation gnaws at my being.

We are never alone in the wilderness.

End of a glorious day and a chill settles in. A little fire to warm body and soul.

The droning sound of the falls mesmerizes.
Emerald pool hides its treasures.
Primeval images etched in my mind...
Forever.

All packed and ready to go

Fifty inches of Esox maskinongy. Never saw it coming, but suddenly it was there. My arms don't ache anymore.

Dark tannic waters surrounded by lush green. A mantle of fog suspends just above it. Idyllic surroundings... even if it held no brookies.