Yesterday I headed down to one of my favorite wild trout creeks with the expectation of excellent dry fly fishing. Right now Missouri is infested with Cicadas, with the 13 year crop of them. They are dying over our lakes, rivers, and creeks in massive numbers, and the fish are eating them like crazy. I have been fishing to Cicadas on warm-water for a couple weeks now, but I had yet to fish it on a trout stream. Yesterday I was going to change that.
Whenever you plan to have an excellent day of fishing, it never seems to actually works out the way you intended. I know that it is best to go to the water without any expectations at all, and yesterday bore that out pretty clearly. When I got to the stream right at dawn, there were few Cicadas buzzing the water. That's not abnormal, as that usually doesn't start happening until closer to mid-day. I tied on my normal rig for this creek since the Cicadas weren't on yet (a #12 Para Adams with a #18 Hare's Ear as a dropper) and began fishing the riffle right at the access that is so often productive. I didn't pick up any fish there, which was kind of a surprise, although I told myself it was probably just the pressure-I'd do better as I went downstream where less people fished. But then I fished a couple other of my favorite pools, deep, green runs that are just about always productive...Still nothing. Finally I made it down to a well-shaded, fast moving stretch of the creek that flows through almost impenetrable brush. The casting was very tough, but I almost immediately starting hooking into wild rainbows. I fished that section hard, and did quite well, before I moved downstream to the next pool, another old favorite of mine. By this time the cicadas were coming off, and I switch to a cicada pattern. But no fish were rising there to the big bugs, either to naturals or to my imitation. As a matter of fact, I could see no signs of life whatsoever, save the occasional chub slapping at the struggling cicadas. It was about 9 AM by this time, and I hadn't caught anything except in that one stretch of fast water. Wondering what was going on, I took out my water thermometer, and immediately grasped the problem.It read 68 degrees, a number I'm not used to seeing on this creek until mid to late July. No wonder the fishing had been good in the shaded, riffly section, and so poor everywhere else. By this time the air temp was in the mid-80s, and I knew the water temp would be shooting up. I figured I had maybe an hour or two until the water got too warm to fish and I would have to quit. So I started skipping all the slow pools and the open riffles, and just started fished the kind of brush tunnel sections that would produce, and I continued to do well until around 11 o'clock when the water temp hit 70, and I forced myself to quit fishing. It probably won't do much good, but I am getting worried about the creek. I have never seen water temps like this so early in the year, and I really don't want to think about what we are going to be looking at come July or August. We need some cooler weather bad, but who knows how long it will be until we get any. After a very rough summer last year, I don't know how much more my little creeks can take. I still think there's a pretty good chance they'll weather it though; those wild trout often prove to be a lot more resilient than I give them credit for.
I think I may be doing a lot of bass fishing this summer though.
"I don't know what fly fishing teaches us, but I think it's something we need to know."-John Gierach
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