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July 8, 2015
Muskies are great, have they ever caused to over react . I have seen grown men come un glued and some have event acted like little girls . My best story was 9 years ago I was trying to get my first musky it was my first fathers day . Back then I would chase storms I had read in field and stream tigers would react to barometric pressure . So I wake up fathers day and see the clouds and I say today is the day. So I am up to my waist casting away . The wind was howling and it was dark I had ominous feeling I thought lighting or a falling tree would get me . I kept casting I had also read musky fishermen were tough cast a way throwing a white and red head rapala :- Finally I am ready to quit and bam the lure gets slamed its a big fish and its burning drag I can't slow it down I start moving to it and get hung on a big rock its still taking drag . I start tighten up but its too late spooled . Noww its really raining and I walk to the bank sit down and actually cried I screamed kicked stomped and sat there atleast 15min . Then I got up grabbed my other rod and started casting next thing I know trees are falling . I start running to my truck and a big one is laying on it I look it over not too much damage put it in reverse and take off . On the way home trees are down everywhere I make it home and my wife yells at me . She says tonados have been hitting all around and she has been in a panic calling me . I told her I know I almost got one ! She thinks I am crazy but muskie fishing has that effect on a few of us . Lets hear your over reacting story
May 19, 2004
Mine's not as good as Tom's
I have the wife and kids (7 and 4 at the time) in the boat on a 1600 acre lake in northern Wisconsin. We are at the upper most end of this oblong bowl shape lake. I'm fishing a steep drop off while the kids are soaking worms. My wife says to look behind me at the growing dark clouds, but I tell her it's a ways away and she shouldn't worry. I keep fishing until she says it's getting closer and we had better head back. I look and say it's still pretty far away. Well you can guess where this is heading. The lightning hits the tree on the far edge of the lake and I scramble to get all the rods stowed. I look behind me and there is a wall of water falling out of the sky moving directly at us. I open the boat up to full throttle and try to outrun it. We can see the line of rain as it moves closer and finally passes us. The kids are screaming, I can't see because the rain is hitting me in the face at 35MPH, and my wife is freaking out. I finally get us to shore grab the kids and head to shelter all the while hearing an earful from my wife. I still hear about it to this day. Never did see a fish that day.
We may only see what we look for.
Tom I didnt act like a little girl I actually yelled like a little girl to get the net.
"I got one hooked in 1 foot of water on a 9" sledge and its charging the boat faster than I can reel hoping it was a nice fish I wanted Tom to scoop it up as it went under the boat green or not , Get the net i yelled Im not kidding ( If you have fished with me I kidd around about hooking fish on occasion ) get the net the fish is going under the boat I cant reel fast enough , Tom casually reels in and then I think he actually casted again only problem it was only a 22 " northern.
I was a red as that Red headed rapala
July 8, 2015
March 2, 2011
I didn't yell or scream or holler, but it was exciting as all get out for me. It was my first real Musky outing. Fishing with my brother and a friend of his in the National Championship in northern WI. Two days of no action for me, but a bunch of snags on rocks and logs. The day before the weather had been brutal with the winds whipping up 2' - 3' rollers on small lakes and these two are taking bets what time I'll fall off the back of the boat into the water. Neither of them have caught a musky in this tournament, but both are accomplished musky hunters. My brother has a guide servive for the pink finned devils. So it's Sunday morning around 9AM. Tournament ends in a couple of hours and I'm thinking about the events coming up in the afternoon and the long drive back to PA on Monday morning.
I'm casting a bucktail with white hair and a trace of red through it. My line comes to a screeching halt and I'm thinking it's another snag. And just that quickly I remember I'm casting over 6' of water. I kind of yell out, "I think I've got one!" Everybody else just freezes and ask if I'm sure? Then the fish starts to take a little drag. I start reeling him in and know I've got one. Gary and Bob begin getting their lines out of the way the whole time telling me not to horse him. I'm trying to remain calm. He's fighting me hard and I finally get him boat side. My brother goes to net it and the fish jumps and begins to tail walk away from the boat. I figure he's a goner and I at least had one on and got a good fight out of him. But he's still hooked. Get him boatside again and this time he's netted. Gary (my brother) tells me to give him some slack line and I can't get the button to release on the reel! So he tells me to just lower the rod tip! I was embarrassed by that!
After the fish was off the hooks I just sat down with my hands shaking. I had to collect myself as I was really pumped. It was my first musky ever and it came in my first tournament of any kind. That was a big thrill for me! A memory I'll never forget! The fish was 38 3/4" long. What a fight. He had all three hooks set in his mouth!
Hooksets are free!!!
March 22, 2006
Great topic of discussion and very entertaining... Kind of like telling stories about your first girl (the ones at school dances). My first was on my way home from work, burning an hour or so before dinner. I would pass my spot everday on the way home from work. So I decided to toss the gear in the truck one day and wet some lures on the way home. I was geared with an ultralight rod and reel set up and two 1/4 oz rooster tails that fit in my pocket. I start tossing a white rooster tail when my rod tip breaks. Now I was only ther about 20 minutes when this happened. Still was able to cast with a now stumpy ultralight rod. I'm in mid-retreive when the rooster tial just stops. I figured I'm hung up on something.
Then I notice the line moving and she surfaced. I was on!! She broke the water and absolutely overpowerd my kiddie rear. After about a dozen runs I landed her. A nice high 30's pure, my first!
Nobody there but me and the birds to appreciate it but I've been hooked ever since...
Keep the faith, it will happen!!!
January 5, 2006
wow ,some good stories --what got me started about 33yrs ago was just getting ready to net this about 20 " trout when this toothy critter about 3 ' grabs ahold of my trout and turns snapping my line and just calmly swims off with my fish in his mouth--after that it was over reaction time and time again--but my wifes favorite time was at leaser lake--1st let me tell you I seen a skie chase a muskrat right out of the water---picture this--a warm summer day at lake side with the wife and kids picnicing like all the other 100 or so families ,people playing frizbie and throwing ball and all that fun stuff,then there I am jumping from rock to rock trying to get out into water as far as possible with this heavy broomstick rod and a mitchel 300 reel loaded with 12lb mono,no leader and a full squirrel hanging from the end of it--wasn't easy casting this 3-4 lb dead animal out either--after several casts it was back to the blanket to fix my homemade squirrel rigging--it was then the wife told me to get away from her that people around us were talking about the nut fishing with a dead squirrel . well after some fine workmanship on my part the dead animal was ready to go swimin again, this time I jumped rocks out and back letting line out as I walked down the shore line till I almost spooled myself and then reeled my dead freind back in---and about 20' from shore the water behind my dead freind rose up with a wake as if a submarine was following my heart was beating so hard I stopped reeling then started again, KAPOW the water exploded and my drag was screaming with my pole bent over hard --not sure how long the fight was but till I landed this 51" -37lb leaser lake monster every one of those people that were talking about the nut with the squirrel were right there at water front to see the big fish--DAMN what a good day
July 8, 2015
March 6, 2005
December 7, 2006
Good stuff! My first encounter w/ a decent fish was last year shore fishing on the scukill. As always I was by myself, fishing a spot I knew had at least one good musky on it. I raised the fish before. But this time I had a real musky set- up, big net and some decent lures. To say I was determined was an undersatment. I fished from shore and raised her 3 times on the shollow dog, she realy went after it one cast. After about 10 casts w/ no results I decied to move and cast from the opposite dirrection. As I walk around the hole I am thinking about how this is all going to go down and I remember seeing a young boy fishing 60 yards up river( someone to take a few shots with my camera, see in my mind this fish was as good as in the net). So now i am waist high and pounding the shore I just stood from, still nothing. I walk back to shore to gab some different lurse. I have 1 foot on the bank and i'm thinking about what lure to through next, when look behind me the 37"ish musky is 2' behind me with an evil look in his eye just staring at me. I gently grabbed the first lure I got my hands on(a small kickin minnow w/ stock hook) and casted just beond it. Imediatly it crushed it, I slamed the hooks home and started yelling, really yelling at the top of my lungs KID, KID, COME HERE KID! Yup, if I was a kid I would have run the other way to.
"I Have a Musky Problem"