I recently became friends with a guy from Ukraine who was seeking refuge in the States. He had a great house near the Yough river and took up fishing (spin casting from his lawn chair, of course). He was ecstatic when he caught his first rainbow, but couldn't believe it when I told him the fish was stocked. This was a concept he just couldn't seem to grasp. Even more foreign to him was the fact that I catch fish as a hobby and, get this, RELEASE them back! I tried explaining the allure of wild and native fish. He wasn't getting it, so I invited him to come along one day. After wrangling (tangling) his fly line for maybe 30-40 minutes he decided just to watch, snap some pictures, and enjoy nature while I hooked into a few.
I know... where am I going with this? When I landed a native (similar in size to your smaller two) and called him over to have a look, I saw his moment of understanding. He looks up at me and tried to describe the beauty he just witnessed... "Is beautiful... Is like... a bird"
Now each time I land one, it makes me think of that. As did your photos. Beautiful fish. I'm think I'll go try my luck this afternoon.