The most unusual day I ever had on Putah was about a week or two after a brutal storm. It rained so hard that carp/bass died getting blow out through the glory hole at the lake. While fishing and not having much luck, I looked up in the trees and there were dead carp high in the branches. Maggots were falling out into Putah. I put on a small nymph with a white cream body and caught fish after fish for the rest of the day.