They can't all be monsters.
When: Friday, February 24th, from 4:30pm to 5:30pm
Where: Lake Nomahegan in Cranford
What: Panfishing with waxworms
Weather: Rain, fog and mist, 44 degrees, E wind at 9mph
Barometric Pressure: 29.62in and falling
Moon: Waxing, a couple days past new
Water Conditions: Murky
It's kind of funny. I had a list of chores that I wanted to get done today, and at about 2 o'clock I felt like I was forgetting something.
Oh, I had to go fishing, that's right.
I've said this before, but the times that it seems most bizarre to go fishing is the day after a particularly exhausting or special trip.
Yesterday was both.
I have to admit I've spent quite a few hours staring at those three photos over the last 24 hours. I've showed the pics to a lot of big-league musky guys and they all agree that it's an absolute trophy for this part of the country.
I'd have to agree.
Obviously, today was a lot less exciting, but I did manage to catch a handful of bluegill on waxworms.
Still, I can't stop thinking about that fish.