Flooded Flats Fishing.

Our area has been pounded without mercy by sporadic, semi-daily rain showers for what seems like weeks now. None of my favorite waters have quite been up to par with what they usually are ever since we got back from the Driftless area about a month ago. The abnormally high water is not only causing every creek in the immediate area to assume the form of chocolate milk, but it has also submerged my favorite flats to the point in which fishing them is basically pointless. Due to the nature of how the shallows lie out on most reservoirs, the extra water fills to the trees and debris on what is usually the bank . Ideally, we like to wade water that is in between two and three feet in depth, and it just so happens that the only places we can find water that deep is right in all the shit on the banks. Anywhere past that is either too muddy or too deep to spot anything but the rising orange mud clouds pushed upwards by the tail flick of a spooked Carp. This makes spotting, fighting, landing, and simply presenting a fly correctly nearly impossible. Unfortunately, this is the best fishing we have been able to find within a reasonable distance to home... So we have attempted to make the most of it.

Fishing nothing but hot head Egans Headstands, we have been able to pick up a few in the murky flood waters. The drum have been much more prevalent and easy to catch, however. Not only are their dark bodies much easier to see in shallow water, but as a general rule of thumb... They're pretty stupid. Unfortunately, the majority of the fish ballsy enough to move into the shallows are fairly small. Most under 5 or so pounds.... Some could easily be measured in ounces. 

 The dope bug. 

The dope bug. 

 Ben is not amused.

Ben is not amused.

 One hander. 

One hander. 

All the shitty fishing has motivated me to seek out some new water. Hopefully I can break the 10 pound mark again here soon!

Zach