We had to deal with a cold front, a drop in air temperatures, and then high water from a storm a few days ago. The river temperature dropped significantly and the level went up. Icing on the cake was all of the flotsam that washed down with the storm water. I spent a lot of time with my net on the edge of the rocks while scooping up piles of sticks and garbage and piling them up on the shore.
The gizzard shad were in thick and we tossed all sorts of flies to them.
As for some of the flotsam, Friday's client successfully hooked and landed a pair of earplugs ! One of the stranger things caught on a fly indeed. The earplugs took a chartreuse and silver shad fly!
Then there was the lady:fishing rod length ratio. This was a strange one. She almost took out a helicopter.
Saturday had the water cold, high, and full of junk. The morning session was slow as the tide came in. We lost a lot of flies on the bottom. The cormorants were starting to gather in the sky and riding the waves. Herons became more prevalent.
The next image sums up what I do for a living and justifies my lifestyle choice to leave an office job and take a gamble on being a professional fly fisherman. A father and son out for a day of fly fishing, son hooks into a nice fish and dad gets to share the moment and keep it as a picture. And this is my back up net. Tom and I purchased it in 2001 for salmon. Its a good net and has served us well.
The river not only had bad flotsam, there was good stuff too. I pulled out a bag of rubber worms. I can cut off the tails to use on my curly tail bunny flies. And the best gift from the river all day was a full can of the Champagne of Beers, Miller High Life. When the river is producing beer I do not practice catch and release.