The Partridge and Peacock is a traditional soft hackle fly, that I have modified to meet my needs when fishing for shad on the Econlockhatchee River. During years when the Econ has high flow relative to the St. Johns River, the shad can make their way up the Econ in considerable numbers, and when the water levels are right, they can even make their way to the section of river above Snowhill Road, and beyond.
Don’t let the dark bottom of the pools deceive you, the water in this section of river can be very clear. You will also often find schools of shad sitting above white sandy bottom in very shallow water where you can sight fish for them. So swinging a big, flashy fly will inevitably spook them. In these conditions, longer leaders with finer tipits are required, and attached to that, a smaller fly that looks natural and buggy. Everything in the river eats a soft hackle, and the Partridge and Peacock is my go-to fly when the shad get spooky.
Partridge and Peacock:
Hook: Size 10 Nymph Hook Thread: 8/0 Dark Brown Uni-Thread Body: Ice Dub- UV Peacock Eye Wing: Hungarian Partridge Eyes: Black Bead Chain
It’s that time of year again! Let’s get the 2018/ 2019 shad fishing season started, with this season’s First Shad of the Season Contest! The winner will receive a $50 Gift Card to Orlando Outfitters!
First Shad of the Season Contest 2018/2019 Rules:
The contest begins December 6, 2018 and ends once I have confirmed a winner
This is a catch, photograph and release contest
To be eligible you must:
Be a member of the Shad on the Fly Facebook Group. Membership is free, but the Facebook group is a closed group so you must request to be added as a member
Download the Shad on the Fly 2018/ 2019 Official Token image above and print it out. You may trim it down to size. Alternatively, you can save it to your cell phone and use your phone to display the token as long as it is CLEARLY visible (just don’t drop it in the water!)
To win you must:
Catch a shad using a fly rod and fly
Be the first person to upload a picture of the fish, fly reel, and fly with the Official Token clearly visible in the image to the Shad on the Fly Facebook Group
I will message the winner in Facebook to get their address and mail the prize, or setup a meetup on the water if possible. Whatever works best for the winner
Official Facebook Stuff:
The Shad on the Fly- First Shad of the Season Contest is in no way sponsored, endorsed, administered by, or associated with Facebook. Participants understand that they are providing their information to the owner of the Shad on the Fly Facebook Group, and not to Facebook.
I probably should have heeded the old saying, when the wind blows from the north, don’t venture forth, as I got skunked at Hatbill yesterday. However, the high pressure made far too pretty of a day for me to stop myself, and I was on the water by about 9:30. I made my way up to the second junction, by way through Baxter Point this time.
This decision put me in a very narrow and shallow (maybe 15 feet wide and 6 inches deep) side channel as I weaved my way downstream. The side channel was so narrow, I would soon come to regret my choice of paths when I hugged the inside of a turn, only to find an alligator sunning itself in the shallows of the south bank as I came around a bend. With a 20-25mph North/ Northwest wind, and no brakes on the Hobie, before I could even start to back paddle, I HIT said alligator with the bow of my kayak! Thankfully I scared it more than it scared me, and it quite literally ran on water (just 6 inches deep) until it reached deeper water and slipped under. Ummmmm… yea, clean undies anyone!?
I arrived at the convergence of the East (or is it North?) and West (or is it South?) channels only to find the current completely backed up on the west channel. There was a fair amount of surface activity just upstream on the west channel, but I could not determine if it was just bass or panfish. With the north wind pushing the current upstream swinging flies was a futile effort, but I stripped kip tailed clousers and fry flies through the activity and found no takers.
I moved over to the north bank on the east channel and with the wind at my back was able to make cannon like casts with the switch rod. The narrow east channel is much faster anyway, and even with the stiff wind, there was plenty of current to swing flies. I worked the area very thoroughly, 10-15 steps at a time, making a short, medium, and long distance cast each time before moving, making one full pass with a bead chain fly and then decided to head back upstream to do it again with a 5/32 hourglass fly to make sure I thoroughly covered the water column.
As I got back upstream to start the next pass, a head of cattle started running my way. Noticing I was basically standing on a cattle trail, I started yelling mooooo! and waiving my hands like an idiot to persuade them to find another path. As they approached, the cows stopped, but one of the bulls in the group did not! Now he was not in a full heads down charge like you see at a bullfight or anything, but he had that confident swagger that said to me I am a handsome boy, these are my girls, and YOU had better get out of my way! With seconds to make a decision, a narrow stream behind me, and a river (I had already had an alligator incident in) in front of me, I actually drew my gun! Thankfully as I disengaged the safety and brought the pistol up to get a sight picture, the bull stopped in its tracks, I kid you not… right about where you see the point near where I am standing on said cattle path in the picture. I’ll take a second order of clean undies for the day, and the check please!
The bull turned around and joined the group, and there they sat and stared at me as I worked my way downstream, fishing the heavier fly. When I reached my kayak, I saddled up and made my way upstream, finally yielding the spot back to the cattle. I fished the area just upstream where there is good current and depth and did not get a bite.
At around 2:00, I decided I had enough and started to make my way upstream. I opted NOT to take the same path back, and instead head towards the first junction. I fished it for maybe thirty minutes, before I had enough of the wind and the lockjaw. As I paddled back to the launch, and made my way through what I will forever call the gators-in-the-mist pool, I counted eight heads, still hanging there even in the afternoon.
I have to say, it has been an adventurous year out of Hatbill Park, and I think I am done with it… for this year! 🙂
I finally got a few minutes, so time to sit down and write a quick blog entry about my trip on Monday. The original plan was to meet up with Philippe and the gang, and then head to Paw Paw Mound, but with temps in the high 80’s making the big lizards active, and the amount of wading required to fish at Paw Paw, we decided to play it safe and head back to 7 Palms where there is easier access to good current from dry land.
We set out a bit after 10:00am, and made the 2.5 mile walk down to the river. The trip was much easier than it was the month prior, with the access road basically bone dry except for one spot closer to the river. We arrived to find the river in great shape, the water levels had dropped, there was plenty of high and dry land to fish from, and plenty more water easily fishable by wading in less than knee deep. While several guys eventually waded in maybe waist deep, I never bothered to put on my waders. The alligators were definitely more active, so I opted to keep the water knee high or below.
Before we made the hike, Philippe collected 10 dollars from each of us that wanted in on a friendly competition, first shad caught won the pot. I am pretty sure it was Keith that hooked up shortly after we arrived, caught the first shad and won the pot. Soon after, Anthony caught two fish on a tandem rig at once, a nice shad and a blueback herring! I fished the same pool with Anthony for a while but had no takers.
Philippe and I spotted a lot of surface activity at the junction upstream of the shelter and made our way up to fish it. I hooked up with what felt like a nice shad, but lost it before getting it to hand. Shortly after I caught a blueback.
After a quick lunch in the shelter, Ray and I went back up to the junction and stumbled across a large alligator that had slid up on the north bank while we were eating. It took off quickly, well before we got too close, but it did not yield the spot. As Ray and I fished just upstream of it, we noticed the gator stuck just twenty or so feet off shore, popping up occasionally for some air. Eric, not realizing the alligator had staked his claim to the spot, waded in
just 30 feet or so downstream from where we saw the gator come up for air. I walked over and invited him to come upstream and fish with us. Alligators are very stealthy in the water, and he had not even realized the gator had surfaced so close. That’s a good reminder to us all to keep your head on a swivel, and fish with a buddy when it is hot and they are active.
Ray landed a nice shad late in the day, but it was a slow day of fishing for me, even with all of the surface activity. I caught just one more panfish the entire day. That said several others caught shad, bluebacks, bass, and panfish so they are indeed there, it just was not my day. In all, it was a great trip and a great group of guys. Thanks again to Philippe for organizing!
On Saturday I returned to Hatbill Park to complete the trip I had originally planned the week prior. The plan was to launch early at the boat ramp, head to the first junction, then make my way upstream to Orange Mound and back again. I awoke at 6:45am only to find a dense fog advisory on my phone. Hatbill is not an area of the river you want to paddle on with low visibility, as there can be a fair amount of airboat traffic. I spent some extra time with my girls, drank an extra cup of coffee, and then made my way to the launch.
When I arrived around 9:00, I was happy to find a travel trailer doing some boondocking. With the added activity, I figured there was less chance of running across nefarious characters upon my return. I also found an absolutely still morning, where the thick fog produced a grey, mirror-like image on the water, and limited visibility to maybe a couple of hundred feet. I took my time setting up, and did a little fishing from shore for about a half hour before my patience got the better of me, and I set out in to the grey void. As I made my way down to the first junction, close to the third turn, I clearly saw more than a dozen alligator heads in the pool I would shortly be crossing.
The still, foggy air, mixed with the fact that I was sitting just inches off the water in the kayak made the experience extra creepy, but I kicked up the pedaling to aerobic levels, making extra effort to make sure the Hobie’s pedals slapped the hull each stroke, all the while whistling nervously, and crossed the pool without issue.
The river remained quiet as I arrived at the first junction, and I fished from the west bank for a while without a bite. Around 10:30, the slightest of breezes picked up, the fog began to retreat, and I began to see activity near the east bank. I moved positions and as I swung an intermediate tip and weighted fly through the area for nearly thirty minutes, the top water activity picked up to a feverish pace of tiny flicks and splashes, but nothing was taking the fly. Figuring the activity was likely small bass or panfish, I switched to a floating tip and tied on a Fry Fly to see if I could hook up. After several missed takes, I found my initial assumption to be incorrect, and I landed a blueback herring. I continued to fish the size 10 fly through the concentrated activity and landed several more. After landing 10, I decided I had enough and needed to shift my focus back to catching shad.
Generally if there are bluebacks around, there is a good chance there are American or Hickory shad there too. The bluebacks seem to give their position away more often than the shad and seem to spend more time up top, but if you find them, you know you found an area suitable for any of them to spawn. In an effort to target shad and minimize the bycatch, I switched back to the intermediate tip and tried several different weighted flies, working the area ten steps at a time. While there was nonstop activity up top, assumingly from the bluebacks alone, I did not hook up with a shad by working the mid to lower water column with the heavier setup.
At noon I decided if I was going to catch shad I needed to move, so I made the paddle upstream to Orange Mound. The paddle is straight forward from the first junction and I made the trip in about 20 minutes. I arrived to find a beautiful panorama of blue sky over wetland, and just the slightest increase in elevation where the midden mound protrudes from the river. I was taken back by the difference in water clarity, and the distinct look of silver and gold hues created by the sun reflecting off of the mussel shells polished by current over time, and the tannic water. Interestingly, there is a very nice gradient on the run near Orange Mound where the current picks up relative to the water downstream. Just upstream of the mound, there is convergence of channels that creates a series of eddies similar to the “toilet bowl” that Mark Benson shuttled us to on the trip to 7 Palms. Both the area of convergence and the run itself had nice “crispy” bottom, and seemed to offer all of the attributes that shad prefer to spawn in, but there were no signs of activity like I saw at the first junction. I spent about an hour and a half working the area, ten steps at a time and did not catch shad there. Orange Mound is a popular landmark in the area, and at around 2:00, several airboats arrived so I decided to head back downstream.
When I arrived back at the first junction, the same activity I left continued. Still figuring it was blueback herring, I continued to work deeper in the water column and did not hook up. Tiring of all the activity, and fish not taking the heavier flies, I switched back to the floating tip and Fry Fly, but could not buy a bite.
I was about to call it a day, but with the amount of continued activity on the surface, I decided to try one last change in tactics. I rigged the intermediate tip back up, tied on a long 10 foot leader with 4x tippet, and to that tied on a size 10 pink Little Richard, a small dear hair fly that floats. When used with some upstream mends, this setup allows the intermediate tip to slowly sink and drag the floating fly down well above it, imparting a slow diving motion to the fly at the beginning of the swing. As the swing completes, and the intermediate tip tightens, the floating fly accelerates through the turn and rises once again. After a few casts, I hooked up with what I thought to be another blueback, but when I got it to hand, found it was a small American Shad. Unfortunately, I did not snap a picture before its “quick release.” I continued this technique and while I did not hookup with another shad, I caught many more blueback herring, panfish, and small bass.
While I originally thought all of the activity up top was bluebacks, there were likely shad intermingled with them the entire time. In contrast to years prior, the fish just seem to be less interested in taking flies near bottom, and I continue to do better using flies and techniques that put the fly in the top third of the water column, if not just subsurface. Just when you think you have it figured out, the fish change the game. It has been such an interesting run this year.