It’s hard to believe that all of the ground i hiked yesterday at Pedernales State Park was under water just a couple weeks ago. The rains back then registered at over 20,000 CFS. An amazing number when you consider that 50-100 is the average flow, but 
even more eye popping when you walk down the banks now, look up and see an uprooted tree perched 50 feet up in another tree.
The conditions were a little weird with water clarity only being about twelve inches. I know that there a lot of fish in there but i just couldn’t seem to spot any, i’m guessing they’re hunkered down on the bottom waiting for the “Four Fishmen of the Apocalypse” to come swimming in, drought and parasites in tow.
I’m not sure what the deal is, but i feel like i’m loosing any skills that i might have acquired over the last few years of fly-fishing, what with the continual skunked days and all. I mean i guess it is possible that the fish are a little nervous after spending months in drought conditions, only to have them be replaced by flooding flows. It just seems so weird to blame a fish that is living completely in the moment, while my mind and cast might be distracted by a thousand things such as, how am i going to get out of debt, should i go back to school, and why the hell aren’t the fish biting?
The highlight of the day was seeing the colors that the cooler weather is bringing 
out. The Bald Cypress are turning rust red, the flowers are blooming like wild fire and the vegetation is doing everything it can to harness the recent surplus of water before the freezing temperatures set in.
I really only saw a couple fish at all during a whole day of fishing, and these were Carp feeding off the surface, so if you’re willing to risk possible disappointment be my guest, just bring lots of dries.
Oh yeah, when you start getting frustrated from the lack of bites on your fly, just look up…look around…suck it in, and smile. It worked for me.
