When: Saturday, September 24th, from 5pm to 6pm
What: Musky fishing with Chris Martalus
Weather: Cloudy, 76 degrees, no wind
Barometric Pressure: 30.05in and steady
Moon: Waning, 2 days before new
Water Conditions: High and slightly stained
I was originally supposed to go hiking with my sister today, but once again the weathermen were completely off. After we unnecessarily cancelled our plans, I decided to use the day to get some stuff done around the house. Near the end of the day, I got a phone call from Martalus. He wanted to make a quick afternoon jaunt, and since I had to go fishing somewhere, we decided to do it from his canoe.
We dunked his craft in a popular musky hangout and started tossing lures. After a short while, I had a huge wake barrel up to my Drifter-Mania 7-inch Doc, but it didn't strike. Shortly after that, I had what was probably a much bigger musky take two thrashes at the same lure 10 feet from the boat and miss it both times.
Then, the heartbreaker.
Twenty minutes passed and I once again tossed my lure back into the weed-edge, I began to once again walk-the-dog with the big topwater. After just a couple back-and-forths, I had another musky blow up on it.
This time it stuck.
However, you'll see the picture above is of a mangled paint job, not a musky. I fought the fish for 15 or 20 seconds and the lure came unglued. Between me being low to the water in the canoe and the fish hitting it from the side, I must have not gotten a solid hookset.
What a bummer.
We kept at it until the sun went down, but that was the last of the action.
Apparently, this is all part of musky fishing. Getting one to strike is only half the battle. The way I see it, I haven't spent all that much time doing this yet, and the fact that I've already had a little luck this year and that I once again had some solid action, I'd say I'm off to a good start.
In any event, I'm hooked.