No musky stirring today.
When: Saturday, March 10th, from 10am to 6pm
What: Musky fishing with Joe and Nick
Weather: Cold and a little windy, fair skies, 26 to 40 degrees, winds 5 to 10mph from the N and NW and gusting to close to 20 at times
Barometric Pressure: 30.44in and still rising
Moon: Waning, a couple days past full
Water Conditions: Partly stained, 44-45 degrees
I think Joe is a little puzzled as to why I keep subjecting myself to this. To be honest, I'm not exactly sure, but I do know I've been a die-hard fisherman my whole life and I have never been as excited about catching anything else.
Maybe it's thrill of the hunt. Maybe it's the crazy, high-end gear and the myriad of intricate, well-made lures. Maybe it's the mystique and the challenge of catching these elusive fish. Or maybe it's just that once you've put a couple of 4-foot, 30-pound monsters in the net, that all other species of fish just don't really seem to count.
Musky fishing in undoubtedly a game of time, persistence, ups and downs. In my first six hours on the water targeting musky this year, I caught two, including an absolute trophy. I have now fished for over 15 hours without getting a bite.
Such is musky fishing.
Joe and Nick met me in the morning and we took Choot 'Em on her second outing. Joe had his new Tracker on Merrill Creek a couple days ago for its maiden voyage and they came up empty. Trying to have the first fish in the boat be a musky was a daunting task, but we gave it hell.
The day started off with a minor technical malfunction during which Joe learned some of the finer points of being a boat owner. However, we overcame the problem without too much cussin' and were soon fishing. Shortly after launching, we spooked a solid musky from the shallows and I was convinced we were going to boat one at some point during the day.
Nick had a musky turn on his bait a few hours later, but that would be all the action for the day. I really admire their resolve, as they kept at it and we continued to pitch heavy baits until sunset. All in all, we spent seven hours hucking heavy lures in the freezing cold and didn't even get a bite.
I'm assuming that most people would be turned off by the tough conditions and lack of fish.
I can't wait for another shot at a musky.