At the shop, I spent the entire day building a kayak trailer. With temperatures peaking over 80 and high humidity, it was a painful job.
Immediately after work, I decided I needed some fishing time. I headed to the creek and was pleasantly surprised to find that although the water was running quite high, it was not as off color as I expected.
I switched to the next closest fly I had, which turned out to be a black crayfish fly. It elicited a follow from a tiny little smallmouth in the main pool, but no strikes. Finally, fishing a massive pool with some conflicting currents, I picked up a nice 12 or 13 inch white crappie, which I rarely find in creeks like this.
I continued fishing through the numerous pools in the river, but it was really just running too high for me to navigate with confidence. I left without being blanked, but without anything special.

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