Well, more like Ohio River casting practice.
Our weather changed pretty dramatically overnight here in Louisville and since it was cool and windy for a change, I got out the 8 wt. and headed for the big water. I decided to work around the mouth of a feeder creek I'd never fished before.
Walking in I jumped a heron, but it glided quietly away before I could get my phone out for a pic. Moments later (after putting my phone away) I jumped a small flock of mallards, probably 8-10 birds. They weren't nearly so quiet as the heron.
The banks in this area are relatively flat and extend as such right to the waters edge. It seems the majority of banks in this region are steep, muddy affairs best suited to drowning things. I curse them at every opportunity and rejoice in finding waters with reasonably safe approaches. I found here, however, that the water averaged around 5' deep 2-3' out from the bank. I guess wading is out. With all the trees and underbrush in this area, roll casting is about the only option.
I hooked a fish on the second cast of the morning, and it felt like a substantial one! In the Ohio, it could've been nearly anything that swims in fresh water except a trout or salmon. It threw the hook before I could bring it to hand, though. Unfortunately, that was the only solid strike I received this entire outing. Good thing, I suppose, as my casting practice wasn't interrupted by the inconvenience of landing and releasing fish.
This picture is looking up the feeder creek at a small island (on the right) just in from the river. There's an old weir dam directly underneath the downed tree in mid-stream and I fished it thoroughly on both sides. "Worried it" would probably be the better term, but no takers.
Later, I moved around toward the main channel of the river and fished my way back toward the car. I found some shallower areas that might be conducive to wading but the water here is more like thinned chocolate milk and the bottom is apt to drop off to deep water without warning. A fool's game without a PFD. This pic was taken back in the feeder creek but you can see Jeffersonville, Indiana way over across the river. At almost exactly three-quarters of a mile away, a lot farther than I want to swim.
Maybe next time I'll have some fish pics.