When: Thursday, May 22nd, from 6:30am to 4pm
What: Musky fishing
Weather: Mostly cloudy, a tiny bit of sun, rain at times and an afternoon T-storm. Warm with a calm wind. Wind calm to variable at 6mph and NW and SW at 3mph. High of 72 degrees.
Barometric Pressure: 29.84in fell to 29.79in.
Relative Humidity: Low of 68% but much higher all day.Sunrise: 5:36am
Moon: Waning, a day after the last quarter. Overhead 7:55am. Set 1:59pm. Underfoot Set 8:20pm.
Water Conditions: Partly stained. Weeds up to the top with a defined edge. Temp n/a.
I'm sure that there are a lot worse things that can happen while fishing alone than what I'm about to detail, but it really doesn't seem like that right now.
In addition to falling out of your boat and hitting your head, hooking yourself or having a fish slice your hand open, there are no shortage of calamities that can occur during a day on the water. Not having someone there to assist you can be make it worse.
Not having someone there to net your fish can be just as bad.
At least I think so.
Thursday was another one of those magic days when the muskies were on the chew. I wisely chose my fishing day to coincide with shifting weather patterns thinking it could turn the bite on.
It did, but I failed to capitalize.
Within 10 casts after launching my boat solo, I hooked a small, lower 30-inch class musky. The fish came right to the boat, and as I was reaching down for the net, it got off. There is no question that fish would have been in the net had someone been there waiting to scoop it up.
A quiet hour went by, and then another fish ate the same bait. This one was not so tiny, easily a 42-plus inch fish. Once again, it came to the boat without too much trouble. I reached behind me for the net, and I was about to dip it in the water when... the musky shook the hook. I could have sworn I saw it wink at me as it swam away. Just as before, this fish would have been caught with a net man.
And it was a very nice fish.
It was a little harder to recover from that one, but I kept casting and tried to refocus, which I did. I moved a half-dozen additional fish, but other than a couple that put their noses right to my bait, none would open their mouths.
The window closed as quickly as it had opened.
I gave it hell for a full day, but the Musky Gods would not smile upon me. You certainly can't win them all, but you can win a few more if you have someone holding the net for you.