Flyfishing FWSW

With thunderstorms and rain predicted last Saturday I postponed my fishing session one day.
As was common this summer, the amount of rain dumped resulted once again in a blown out stream. Sunday morning I checked the stream gauge and deemed fishing might be doable.

At the stream the brown soup did not gave me confidence of catching anything other than gudgeons.
Those gudgeons where the first fish being caught on the squirmy I fished.
Oddly despite the high and murky water I noticed a rainbow trout rising close by.
I tried a spent mayfly first to no avail and then opted to use the squirmy.

That failed also so next was the mop fly, that fly floated at first despite the tungsten bead on it.
To my surprise the trout came up for the fly and took it right from the surface.
It took me some time to coax the fish close enough to net it but it got off at the last minute.
I then switched back to the squirmy and fished some of the shallower stretches catching more gudgeons.
I was lucky enough to run into another trout, again a rainbow and this time I could net it.

I checked a spot where I had previously missed trout hoping they would still be there.
A pool behind some branches only yielded bites of the gudgeons.
In front of the pool I fished a nice run in the bend of the stream was obstructed by branches.
No way to get a cast in there without getting tangled.

The murky water was now a plus as I could wade close enough without being seen to just
dump the fly among the branches.
After a few drifts a trout hit the fly at exactly the spot where I had seen a riser during an
earlier fishing trip.

Other spots where I repeated that tactic brough two nice roach to the surface.
En route to the next hot spot I decided to fish some shallow sections that looked fishy and
surprisingly caught another brown and missed one.

One of the last spots I fished had a deadfall that shifted position during the last blowout.
Instead of laying in the water at a 90 degree angle it was now 45 degrees.
I positioned myself next to the deadfall and dropped the fly over the trunk in the water.
There was only a short drift possible but I had noticed a rising trout.
The trout however did not fall for the trick so I had to admit defeat in this case.

I did scout out one last spot but it was so overgrown that I could hardly reach the water.
Himalayan Balsam growing everywhere and slippery banks due to the sediment deposited from the high water. I could not spot any fish and with only bites from the gudgeons I decided to call it a day.