Upstream from Snowhill

Single hand spey casting for shad on the Econ River
Single Hand Spey Casting on the Econ River

After taking a week off from shad fishing, I needed some time outdoors, and decided to make the hike upstream from Snowhill Road on Saturday. Recent rain had pushed the water up to about 3.5 feet on the Snowhill gauge, which is about a foot, to foot and a half higher than ideal for sight fishing, but fishable. I invited Ray to join me, and found out that he was already planning his first trip to this section of river, so we decided to team up.

We arrived at the river around 9:30 and made our way upstream, where we found another fisherman working one of the first bends for bass. We decided to give him room, and proceeded to hike along the river until we made our way to the pool that Todd and I call the double gator pool. Care to take a guess why? 🙂

The double gator pool has a feeder creek that dumps in to it, which creates a nice whirlpool eddy in its depth. The fish tend to sit outside of this current, and it is always a good spot to try. Interestingly, we did not find alligators here this trip, but did see a significant amount of surface activity. There is an opening at the water’s edge with just barely enough room for a backcast. Ray worked that area with the fly rod, and I opted to move slightly upstream to fish the head of the pool. With newly downed trees on the shore, and water levels higher than ideal, we found already confined quarters to be even more challenging, as comfortably wading to allow more space for a backcast was difficult.

One should note, that the Econ River upstream of Snowhill has a deceptive quality about it. While there are areas of white bottom “sand bars” that beckon to you like a Siren’s song… “wade in, come stand on me,” if you become too enchanted by the thought of better reach, you will quickly find that some of them are not sand bars at all, but quick sand! I have actually found myself in crotch deep sand before, which is creepy enough in clear, shallow water, and definitely something I would not want to do in an areas of river we fondly refer to as the double gator pool. Before you step, check… then check again.

Ray fished the area with the fly and had a take, but did not connect. I worked the head of the pool with the spoon for a while without a bite. Ray clearly spotted shad washing towards the inside of the bend, but outside of his reach, so I came over to take a shot with the spinning rod. After a few casts, I had a hard take followed by a solid run in to the drag. As I reeled in, the 7ft ultralight bent right down to the butt of the rod. Just as I said “man, this is a nice fish,” it made a strong run in to the drag and Ray shouted “it’s about to jump!” Right as I lowered the rod tip, we were both surprised by a leap in the air, and a tarpon like head shake… not from a shad, but by a GIANT gar that landed in the water like someone had thrown a bowling ball in to the river! Alas, the 6lb test on the ultralight was no match for the beast, and I broke him off before coming to hand. It looked to be the largest gar I have ever hooked.

Spent shad in net

I re-rigged as Ray took some more shots with the fly. After a few more casts in to the strike zone with the spoon, I managed to hook and land a shad that was very emaciated. While I was excited to answer the question as to whether shad had made it above Snowhill, this was also a sign that we are in to the tail end of the run. I switched to my 7ft fiberglass fly rod, and made some single hand spey casts in to the strike zone, but found no takers.

We continued upstream to an area I call the willow pool. It was a pool back in 2017, but the river has changed since then and the depth of the pool seems nonexistent. I would say its actually more of a soft bend now, so maybe I should call it willow bend… Ehhh, I still like pool.

Pool or no pool, there is still a head where there is decent current, and some trough like structure along the north bank. Just as prior years, fish were stacked up in this trough, and downstream of them, sat an alligator that will likely find plenty to eat as the fish continue to spawn and die off as water temperatures continue to rise.

Alligator on bank of Econ River
Can you spot the gator???

An alligator on the shore is your best friend… better to be able to clearly see them than to wonder what all those bubbles are across the river from you. In the past I have made many casts directly in front of a beached gator, even plopping the fly right on top of them at times, hooked and landed fish, without even a flinch. Ray did just that, working the area directly in front of our pool mate, as I looked for a decent entry to fish the head of the pool. Again I found newly downed timber along the shore to further tighten already confined areas for a backcast, but I was able to manage, wading in about knee deep to make single hand spey casts to where I saw fish washing.

About that time we saw our first paddler, making his way upstream on the Econlockhatchee. Being a good man, he took care to move out of the way of where Ray was casting. Unfortunately on water this narrow, that meant he hugged the shore where the alligator was sunning himself, and it quickly slid in, not to be seen again. An alligator in the water is not your best friend, particularly in water this narrow, so back on shore we went. I switched back to the spinning rod, and after casting the spoon several times, watched two shad end up at my feet, even though I never saw them in the mud stained water I was casting to. They nipped but did not take.

Several more paddlers came by, spooking the pool… or bend, whatever you prefer. We decided to make the hike up to the pool downstream of the Flagler foot bridge, a solid bend in the river with good current at its head and tail. We found no fish, but did find more people. We continued up to the foot bridge, and I was surprised to see it was closed for renovation.

Bridge Closed Sign

We half-heartedly fished the stretch just downstream of the bridge after a lunch break, but honestly just laughed because there were so many kids with their families, jumping and playing in the water, and paddlers coming downstream. With temperatures in the mid 80’s… at the beginning of March, who could blame them? We were sweating through our quick dry apparel, chasing a herring that swam a couple of hundred miles upstream on a freshwater river to spawn, until they were dead. I was starting to question why I didn’t bring a bathing suit so I could join them… the kids, not the spent shad! 🙂

Ray and I made our way back downstream, fishing the spots we already knew had fish, struggling to make casts, getting a few takes, and one more fish to hand. We watched more and more people paddle up and downstream and I have to say, I am pretty sure I saw more people on the water than I have ever seen above Snowhill in one day, even on a Saturday. We joked that the new neighborhoods in Geneva and Oviedo likely had something to do with it. Its probably true. More interest in the river, might end up meaning more respect for its riches, and that is never a bad thing. Time will tell.

lipping a shad

As February fades away, and hopes of shad jumping in to boat at the mouth of the Econ do the same, consider this… there are still good numbers of fish upstream of Snowhill, Ray and I can surely attest. It is humbling to watch what they do unfold.. sometimes right outside of even a modest cast, but it is incredible all the same.

If you made it out to Brumley this year following reports of fish, I encourage you to now make the same journey with them upstream. In this new territory, you will find conditions tight, technical, and challenging… distinctly different than the conditions found further downstream. Backcasting is difficult if not impossible in a lot of the areas you will find fish. This is single hand spey casting water at its finest. Short rods, versus long switch rods, shine here. If spey casting is not your thing, a conventional rod is a good choice too.

As the water drops below three feet, you will be able to see shad clearly, and sight fish for them. You will watch them chase a fly, and turn a cheek, just as selective as any western trout, or discerning Bahamian bonefish. But with the right fly and presentation, you will catch them, and you might even be able to do so until April!

Great Conditions but Slow Fishing

Econ River below Snowhill

With recent rain pushing the Econ River up 1.5 feet, I decided to give the pools at Brumley a break, and make the paddle downstream of Snowhill again on Saturday. The plan this time was to make my way down to the pool below the power lines, as I have wanted to fish this area for multiple years. After recently finding out that Ray Ayala lived quite literally two minutes away from me, I asked whether he wanted to join me, with the caveat that this was a lower probability trip, but we would get to fish some lesser traveled areas.

This section of river is indeed a gamble, but there is some quality water to fish, at least in years where the Econ has good current relative to the St. Johns. In this section you will find sand bottom, good current, pools with eddies and some with whirlpools… all the makings of perfect holding areas for shad making their way upstream to spawn. With the rain and a report or two of slower fishing at Brumley, my thoughts were filled with good numbers of fish moving upstream, but alas, it is more difficult to think like a fish than it may seem.

I picked up Ray at 8am and we made the trip to the bridge on Snowhill Road. We were greeted with more cars parked along the bridge than I have seen in a while… Boy Scouts making the paddle to C.S. Lee, with an overnight stay on the Econ. This is actually a trip that Ray and I had been considering ourselves. We loaded up the canoe and decided to get in front of the crowd, using the current to our advantage to quickly make our way to the confluence where I caught fish last trip. Ray fished the head of the pool with the fly rod, and I covered the depth and tail of the pool with the “fish finder” and found no takers.

The Pool above the Power Lines
Ray fishing the pool above the power lines

Back in the canoe, we skipped the big pool with the nice whirlpool, and decided to stop at the pool above the power lines. We were greeted by a nice gar, actively working the surface of the pool, along with considerable surface activity. Same story, different pool… we covered the area by fly, and by spoon, and found no takers.

We continued downstream another 1.5 miles through a section of deep, straight, slow moving water and arrived at the pool below the power lines at around 11:00. There we found two nice sized alligators, one of which slipped under, not to be seen again that day, and the other just meandered, guarding the stagnant side pool outside of the current of the river. There was considerable current at the head of the pool, which came to a crawl at the center and then accelerated in to a run below the tail of the pool in to the next turn. It looked like prime water to find shad. Next verse, same as the first… Ray began working the area with the fly, me with the spoon on the spinning rod. After several casts, I hooked up with what looked to be a small hickory, or a large blueback herring, but I lost the fish right as I slipped my hand in the water to grab it, so I did not clearly identify it.

Power lines crossing the Econ River
The Power Lines

We fished the area thoroughly from the inside bank, but found no other takers. However, from nearly the moment we arrived, I noticed non-stop surface activity outside of the best of the current coming in to the turn, near that stagnant side pool. This was an area we could not reach from the inside bank, so we mustered up some courage and jumped back in the canoe to see if could drive the alligator out, circling behind it, through the stagnant pool, banging on the side of the canoe with the paddles.

The gator submerged, and we opted not to fish the shoreline that would have given us prime access to the surface activity until we had waited long enough to ensure the gator did not surface again for air. Instead we fished just upstream of the stagnant pool on high and dry bank, and a section of submerged land bridge just about knee deep. Fourth verse, same as the first… Ray worked the area with the fly, and I with the spoon and found no takers. I finally rigged up the switch rod for some extra reach, trying heavy flies with sink tips, and light flies on floating tips to no avail. Right as I started to consider moving over to better shoreline, our buddy showed back up, dashing any hopes of wading in that area.

The Pool Below the Power Lines
The Pool Below the Power Lines

What we did start to figure out though, was just why that gator was so interested in guarding that side pool. We began to see surface activity not just right outside of the current, but right in to the stagnant pool itself. While the recent rain had reconnected the pool to the river, after looking at satellite images of the area, it is now clear to me that once the water receded just another foot or so (a couple of days in Econ time,) that pool would once again be cut off from the river, likely trapping fish and creating an all-you-can-eat buffet for our reptilian friend(s.)

After swinging flies, a couple of beers, some conversation, and something like four hours, we finally saw those boy scouts pass us. I have no idea what took them so long, but we decided to motor our way back upstream. On the way we stopped and fished the pool above the power lines again where Ray caught a bluegill. We continued up river and fished the pool with the whirlpool, and later fished the opposite bank at the confluence and did not find shad. We did however nearly get swamped by three jackasses on jetskis, I kid you not, under a mile from the Snowhill bridge. The river is what, 20-30 feet wide here?? Idiots!

It was a good day of exploring, and I enjoyed fishing with Ray. I am glad he is as laid back as I am, just enjoys being on the water, and doesn’t mind trading a sure thing for a chance at catching fish in new places.

Fantastic Saturday at Brumley

Econlockhatchee River

Todd and I plotted and schemed most of the week as to where we were going to fish this weekend. We have not fished together since New Year’s Eve, so I think we were both looking forward to some comradery in addition to swinging flies in the middle of nowhere. Earlier in the week there were talks about making the trek from the trailhead at the Seminole Conservation Area on Hatbill Road, down to the swift current near the second junction. This is a hike that both of us have wanted to make, but have not done solo, as there is some wading to be done to get there, and this area in general, is gator city. Better to go with a buddy, at least the first time. We have both had success in this area before, but have made the journey by boat. Ultimately the forecast for 15-20 mph wind and rain eliminated this trip as an option.

Trail map for the Little Big Econ State Forest from Brumley Road
Brumley Trail Map

Where there is wind, there is shelter on the Econ River. There were a couple of reports of shad upstream of Snowhill, but Todd walked the upper section of river there prior to our planned trip and did not find fish. I contemplated another canoe ride downstream, but we decided with potential for rain again, the easiest option would just be to head to Brumley. The question was, were there fish there? A couple of recent reports after my last successful trip to Brumley had seen slow fishing there. With rain that bumped the gauge at Snowhill two and a half feet in one day, I was beginning to wonder if the fish had just booked from that area of river, upstream of the section accessible from hiking Snowhill.

Todd was not going to be able to join me on the river until around 1:00, so I decided to hit the trail early and see if I could find fish. If not, we would do some bushwhacking to see if we could make it to the turn above the Yarborough shelter, a particularly fishy looking section of river not accessible by marked trail, and a paddle and a half to reach from Snowhill.

White Trail Marker
White Trail Marker

I arrived at the trailhead around 9:45 and it took me about 10 minutes to make it to the white trail marker on the service road by bike. There I locked up the bike to make the short hike to the yellow/ white junction at the river. For what its worth, it should be noted that technically these trails are not designated for bike use. In my mind, riding a bike on the service road, even all the way out to the pasture that gives you access to the river near Culpepper Bend, does no damage, and even if you saw a ranger or FWC, no one would likely give you a hard time. That said, the section of trail leading to the yellow/ white junction, and then the section of trail that runs along the river is more sensitive, and if dozens of us biked it, the trail would quickly become very well worn like the areas around Snowhill. This would likely garner more attention from the powers that be. So if you choose to make this journey by bike, please lock the bike up at the white trail marker at the service road, and make the remainder of the trip by foot. The bike does not buy you that much of a time advantage on these trails anyway.

After making it to the white trail, I decided to fish a tail of a pool I generally do not spend much time at. There was some surface activity that caught my attention, so I decided to work it with the ultralight, and if I found fish, move to the switch rod. After several casts in to the best of the current, I let the spoon swing outside and downstream of the seam where I got a hit, but did not hook up. I focused several casts in the general area and quickly landed my first of the day. I rigged up the switch rod with a Scandi Head, Type 3 ten foot tip, about 6 feet of level mono, and attached a white bead chain Soft Hackle Shad Fly. After making several touch and go casts, I hooked up again, but lost the fish before coming to hand. I continued to patiently work the tail of the pool and was rewarded with my first shad on the fly of the day.

Shad on the Fly

I decided to move to the head of the same pool, and proceeded to hook up and lose a fish or two, and then land a couple. Its a familiar ebb and flow, the price you pay for pinching the barbs on your hooks, but it is the responsible thing to do. As I continued working upstream, a light rain started, and almost on queue, a flurry of surface activity erupted. I actually stopped fishing and just watched with amazement as the surface of this pool began to boil with spawning fish. There must have been fifty to sixty fish all doing exactly what they had made the long journey to come and do. After ten or so minutes, the rain stopped, and the fish returned to the depths below.

Around 1:00 I got a text from Todd that he had arrived. We decided to meet at the “Wives Pool,” an area of the river that we had both brought our wives to for a picnic, on an outing a couple of years ago. I swung a fly through the usual suspects, and landed fish. When the fish are in the Econ, this pool generally holds fish at the head, depth, and tail.

As Todd biked/ hiked in, I grabbed some lunch, and while sitting there, decided there were enough fish in the river that I could change up flies and try some different techniques. The Soft Hackle Shad Fly is a solid performer on the Econ, but it is good to have a few different patterns to swing in front of the schools when they seem to become weary of a particular fly they have obviously seen come by their faces several times.

Electric Bugaloo Fly Pattern in a glass of water
Electric Bugaloo

Days when the fish are thick are perfect for testing new patterns. I picked up some Enrico Puglisi UV Brushes from Orlando Outfitters on Thursday, and tied a couple of new flies with it. The Thunderstuck color really caught my eye, and I used it similar to how I would a soft hackle. What came to life was a translucent, yet electric, flashing buggy profile. I fished the fly in to the depth of the pool, and landed a nice, big, fat hen right as Todd arrived.

Todd rigged up and quickly began fishing. Without problem he began catching fish on a Soft Hackle. I quickly shared my latest creation with him, and we jokingly decided to name it the Electric Bugaloo, named aptly after a movie we both remembered from childhood, Breakin’ 2- Electric Boogaloo. And just like that, a star is born. 🙂

We continued fishing the pool, switching flies as they would become weary, until we had caught enough, and began to feel like we should stop bothering them. We moved downstream to the pool I had seen the washing on earlier in the day and continued catching fish as the sun started to get low in the sky. I decided to make a hike down to the first turn on the yellow trail, and left Todd to happily continue swinging flies. The first turn on yellow has slow current, but I have seen shad washing in this area before. When I arrived I thought it was hardly worth the effort, but I cast the spoon through an area where I saw a bit of surface activity, and was rewarded with my eleventh fish of the day.

Todd with a nice shad
Todd with a nice shad

As the sun continued to sink behind the trees, we met back up at the yellow/ white junction where I shared that I had surprisingly caught a fish in a spot that otherwise looked “unfishy.” Todd caught ten fish, in just a half a day of fishing, and as we recounted the day, we both agreed that we had hooked and lost around ten more each. As we made the trip back to the cars, discussing the finer nuances of all things fly fishing, we both agreed, the Econlockhatchee is loaded with both Hickory and American shad right now.

Downstream from Snowhill

Econlockhatchee River

I decided to try something a little different yesterday, and make the paddle downstream from the Snowhill Road bridge, to see if I could find shad in areas that are not fished as often, and are not necessarily considered “prime” shad spawning habitat. I found fish last weekend at the prime spawning grounds found off of the white trail hike from Brumley Road, and figured the huge surge in water (nearly 4 feet in a single day) from rain that pushed discharge close to 700 cfs would get the fish moving upstream. The question was, just how far upstream? I gambled and chose to paddle downstream versus a hike upstream.

Snowhill Road Bridge

I think more than anything, I just wanted to do a little solo exploring and this is a section of river I have not spent any time on. I loaded up the canoe with fishing gear, provisions, and the trolling motor (for the ride back upstream) and hit the river at 10am. The current was fantastic and I quickly made my way downstream with little effort. I arrived at the first turn, parked the canoe and started to work the area with the ultralight, rigged again with a Hardcore Shad Spoon, and 3-4 splitshot. The plan again this weekend was to move quickly, work an area methodically with the spinning rod, and if I found fish, move to the switch rod and further canvas the water, and if not, move on.

I did not find fish in the first few turns, despite the good current and depth. I did run in to a couple of fishermen in a Gheenoe (man I have to buy one of those someday) that had made their way up from CS Lee. They reported catching a couple downstream, but reported slow fishing. They were making their way upstream above the bridge to see if they could find fish. Shortly after, it started to rain, and I contemplated whether I wanted to venture too much further downstream, particularly with the lack of fish in the turns I had already worked, and that report. I decided to suck it up, and just explore, if I found fish great. Even a rainy day on the Econ beats a day at work.

I fished each of the turns, as I made my way downstream, enjoying the scenery, taking my time and studying the current, and did not find fish. After an hour or so, the Gheenoe passed me again. I asked if they had any luck upstream. Nada. I continued my journey until I found a hard turn with a confluence of a small stagnant pool, and a runoff creek. The current was really booking through this natural chokepoint, and I figured if there were shad anywhere, they had to be here. I would work the area thoroughly, and if I did not find fish, attach the trolling motor and head home.

Shad downstream of Snowhill

After a half a dozen casts with the shad spoon, I hooked up with this beauty that took line and jumped five or six times. I quickly moved to the switch rod and started swinging a white Soft Hackle Shad Fly (see bottom picture in link.) I caught two more fish with the fly rod and then the action just turned off. I figured this spot was likely just a good choke point to catch fish as they traveled upstream, but they likely were not congregating there. I switched back to the ultralight and worked the pool just downstream of the head and found no takers.

I continued downstream and caught one more fish on the ultralight, and one more on the switch. After making a couple casts in to a nice pool with a good whirlpool eddy with the ultralight, I kept breaking off the spoon and splitshot. It took me three lost rigs before I noticed I had lost one of the ceramic inserts in one of the guides, and that was what kept snapping the line. Looks like I will have to figure out how to replace the guide, or I will be buying a new ultralight, as it has become a trusty part of my system.

In all, I made it about 2 miles, which put me down at the big pool a mile above the power lines, that Luc Desjarlais, mentions in his book Wade Fly Fishing The Upper St. Johns River Basin (Florida) for American Shad. I did swing some flies through the pool, but with the extra water in the river, struggled to reach the “fishy” areas. At about 3:00, I called it quits, attached the trolling motor and made my way upstream. Running wide open around 3 miles per hour with the 55lb thrust motor, I made it back to the bridge in about 40 minutes, had no problems navigating obstacles in the river with the high water, and even with the swift current, my battery still had about 64% in reserve.

I enjoyed the trip, and indeed caught fish, but I am not sure I would recommend a visit. I probably will not return this year, but will indeed consider it in similar runs when the flow on the Econ is higher than that of the St Johns, particularly early in the season. My gut tells me there are a lot of fish in the Econlockhatchee this year, but with the recent rain, they are spread out all over the river. With depth and good current, there is a lot of good water to keep fish happy, and I do not think they are congregating in typical areas in large numbers, at least not yet. As the water levels continue to recede over the next week (or two,) I would think we should start to see them again in the spots accessible from Brumley Road, and likely upstream of Snowhill Road, if they are not already there. I LOVE fishing for shad on the Econ River, and the later it gets in the season, the more technical the fishing becomes. If you want to try out trout tactics with shad, I think this year is shaping up to be one of those years!

Double Digits on the Econlockhatchee River

Econlockhatchee River

After postponing my trip to the Econlockhatchee River last weekend due to a cold that hit me with a 101.7 fever, and the body aches and general malaise to go along with it, I decided to make the hike out of the Little Big Econ State Forest trailhead on Brumley Road on Saturday. This is a great hike that puts you right on top of some pristine spawning areas for shad, that do not receive a lot of pressure most years, particularly when the water is low. Most boats do not venture this far up the Econ when launching from CS Lee, and while you may see the odd airboat or maybe a few mud boats, it is generally a quiet area to fish.

White or Yellow Trail marker, you choose

I hit the trail at about 9am and made a brisk but purposely quiet hike along the service road hoping to spot some wildlife. I was rewarded by seeing a large flock of sandhill cranes, two bald eagles, and a very large group of maybe 30ish deer that leapt across my path not far after making the turn off of the service road on to the single track trail marked by the yellow post, and white blazes. I made it to the white/ yellow trail junction at the river in about 30 minutes, which was quick enough to warm me up enough to shed the jacket, even with temperatures hanging in the low 50’s.

While there were likely fish down the yellow trail, particularly in some of the faster moving water upstream and around Culpepper Bend, I decided to stick to the white trail and fish the pools on each of the bends leading up to the Yarborough shelter. It is an easy hike, but maybe a little more advanced than the yellow trail, as the trail is definitely less traveled and certainly not as clearly defined, and the white blazes can be hard to spot. I have made this hike several times over the last three years, and have just come to accept that I will get turned around at some point, and have to figure out how to get back on the trail. The good news is, in lower water years, the creek and small ponds that usually make navigation a little more challenging are just about dry, so you can fast track from destination to destination without coming to a stagnant dead end that you would rather not wade through. If you are new to the hike, do not fret, just stick to the river and you will be fine, you will end up on the blazed trail soon enough.

palm tree fallen over flooded creek
The infamous palm tree I fell off of trying to cross one higher water year

One thing to consider about this section of river is, it is not super conducive to single hand fly fishing where false casting is necessary. You will be alright on the first two turns, but further upstream, the banks get high. In lower water years, you can climb down the banks in areas to get to sandy footing below, but that high bank will present some problems to your backcast in a few choice areas that have nice pools with good flow entering and leaving them. This is perfect for Spey casting though, where waterborne casts give you access to river most single hand fishermen will skip. The other option, and one I have recommended on this section of river in the past, is to bring an ultralight conventional setup with you as well. I actually opted to bring both my switch rod and my ultralight rod, and leave the single hand rod at home this trip.

If you have been reading this blog for a while, it should come as no surprise that I am a Spey fanatic, and fishing the Econ with a switch rod is an absolute dream. In this section of river, the water sits down well below the tree line where the wind will not bother you, even on the breeziest of days and in most areas, you will have no problem dropping a fly quite literally on the opposite bank with a well executed Single Spey or Snap T. Using the short, medium, and then long cast method, you can cover a lot of water with just this one tool. However, I decided to use a “run and gun” technique this trip and use the ultralight to accelerate this methodology.

I rigged the ultralight with a Hardcore Shad Spoon and four splitshot about 18 inches above the spoon and started fishing around 10am. I can’t hit the opposite bank with this particular setup, but I don’t need to (I have the switch.) I can however, cover a lot of water faster than swinging flies, which means I could fish areas I would generally skip because of lower flow, slow eddies, or otherwise less attractive water to find fish. If I found fish using the “fish finder,” I would then change to my preferred method, the switch rod. For this trip, I rigged the switch rod with the Rio Scandi Versitip Short head system, paired with the Type 3 tip. Heavy tips and flies are not necessary in this section of river when the water is low, so the Skagit head was not needed, and the Scandi lays out more delicately which is helpful in the shallower water where fish can be spooky. Even though the water is relatively shallow, the Type 3 tip ensured I could get down to the depths of the pools, but not anchor the head in the shallow runs coming in to, or leaving the pools.

Shad on the Econ

This approach was very successful, and I was surprised by where I found and caught fish. The heads and tails of pools are always normal suspects, and of course I found fish there, but interestingly enough, those fish seemed to be hickories or smaller males. In the depths of the pools, where there was hardly enough current for me to bat an eye at, little less spend much time swinging flies through them most years, is where I found big, fat, healthy, hard-hitting females… full of energy, making strong runs, and multiple jumps. The males were feisty and fresh as well, but the hens made the day.

I used this tactic successfully, covering a lot of water quickly, catching a fish or two, and then moving on. While I likely could have sat in one general area most of the day and caught fish, I didn’t want to pound the schools to death. They are here to spawn, and we should respect that. Rather, I chose to explore and try new areas of the river where I have not spent as much time, and was rewarded by landing fish in new places I have never fished, or have fished but not found them in prior years.

panorama on Econlockhatchee river with sandy bank
Perfect place for lunch

By 2:00 I had made it up river to the turn just downstream of the Yarborough shelter. I caught fish in the slow pool just below that, and feeling famished, decided to have lunch on the high, sandy bank. This is my usual spot for a break, but today I kicked it up a notch. Because of the chilly weather, I brought a little alcohol penny stove with me to heat some water and have a hot lunch riverside, courtesy of Mountain House. My plan was to continue upstream after lunch, but a couple of boats that had passed me earlier had obviously set up there and were firing what sounded to be full magazines of .223 at God knows what. I opted to eat my lunch quietly, keeping my head down low, and then make my way back downstream. 🙂

By 4:00 I had caught ten shad on the switch, and at least that many on the ultralight. I decided to call it a day, don some dry socks and make the hike back to the Jeep before the sun got too low. On the way back, I inevitably got turned around trying to make my way down to the white/ yellow junction, and found myself upstream of where I put on dry socks, which added 15 minutes extra to my trip. It happens. I course corrected and made my way out of the forest back to the service road. On the way, I saw a bunch of turkeys very close to where I saw all of the deer earlier in the day. Shortly after, I ran in to some long horn bulls blocking the service road. I mooooooo’d, waved my hands, yelled “GO On Now!” They just looked at me, so I carefully proceeded with no “goring details” to report.

In all it took me about 45-50 minutes to make it back to the trailhead. Slower on the way out, but that is what happens when you have had a successful day of shad fishing on the Econ.

One note of interest, early in the day of fishing, when the sky was blue and the sun was bright, I could not buy a bite on flies with hair wings. I knew there were fish there because I caught them on the ultralight, but they would not take the kip tailed clousers I was throwing. I switched to hackle flies and immediately started catching fish. Later in the day when the clouds moved in the hackle flies stopped working. I tied on a chartreuse and white clouser, and caught fish. Not sure what exactly it was, but having options helped.