After the extreme downpour last week that caused flash floods I wanted to fish the stream today.
Oddly when I checked the river gages I noticed an sudden increase of the level of about 30 percent.
If you looked at the countryside you would not suspect high water.
The fields where slowly attaining their golden hue, the poppy flowers still in full bloom.
Normally I would have avoided the stream when the levels where so high but with the
experience gained in the Harz mountains I figured I might actually catch some fish.
I had tied up some new flies that I wanted to test.
In the past I had found a fly lodged in a tree while fishing the Möhne river, that particular
pattern was a black nymph with flash that worked pretty well on the local roach.
As the stream I fished was mostly inhabited by roach and dace I needed a small fly.
I came up with a sort of chironomid a.k.a. buzzer pattern.
Normally these flies are unweighted but as the stream I fish has short deep pools I needed
something that sank quickly to reach the fish in the pool before the fly was swept into the shallows.
The end result was a buzzer with a tungsten bead head, body of black thread and ribbing with
small pearl tinsel.
I had tested a prototype earlier and found that the varnish cover on the tinsel would not protect it
from being mauled by trout so this time I applied bugbond on the fly.
When I came to the stream it was indeed high and dirty.
Normally I could walk along the banks without getting my feet wet but now that
was not possible.
From the looks of it the water had been much higher so the stream was receding.
Like with every flood condition a fine clay coating was deposited on the banks of the stream
that had the same properties as grease.
Although the water murky I could see some part of the bottom , visibility was enough for
fish to see the fly.
The first drift of the buzzer nymph immediately raised interest from a trout that intercepted the fly.
The trout did not stay connected though.
During normal conditions I could clearly spot the fish, now I was just fishing blind.
Still a drift along the edge of the fast flowing water yielded a strike from a fish that I initially
thought was a small trout, it turned out to be roach.
The particular spot I fished had boasted some trout in the past and the high water would
not have changed that.
After a few casts I noticed a trout chasing the nymph, in fact the fish chased the fly several time
before the fish finally grabbed it.
I probed some other spots but could not hook any fish.
Time flew as they say and before I knew it lunch time had arrived.
I made my way to the pub, from a distance I could see smoke coming from the chimney.
It had indeed been quite cold in the morning for a late June morning.
Overcast skies at a temperature of 7 degrees C where not my idea of Summer.
After lunch I decided to head to the headwaters of my stream.
As the stream was fed by many little spring fed feeder streams the headwaters should
have the clearest water, they did in fact.
The upper reaches of my stream where small indeed and access was kind of a problem with
steep banks and lots of treecover.
One of my favorite spots had been almost filled with sand over the last year.
I still fished there a couple of times but it did not yield as much fish as it
did in the good old days.
With the first cast I did however immediately hooked a small trout with
There were still roach and dace present but nothing of size.
On my way home I stopped at some of my regular haunts but even though
the spots looked very good and had plenty of water I could not hook any fish.
There where fish present though as I saw some surface action.
If I had waders with me I might have been able to get close enough to try
a cast but I was limited to fishing from the bank.
At the end of the day the weather improved and blue sky and sun appeared.
Like previous days it still was windy and the temperatures never reached a
level you would expect at this time of year.
The mayflies had all but gone, the only insects common now where mosquito’s
and they were out for my blood.
A last ditch attempt to catch fish on the dry fly remained fruitless so I called it
If the promised weather improvement holds up I might check the lower
reaches of the stream for some chub action, I will miss the pub though.