We put the boat in at 6 PM, and what a perfect time. There were still a few pleasure boaters out and about, but they were decreasing in numbers as time went on. The waves in the lakes were starting to go down, and it was a cool sight to see. I've never seen these lakes without waves. It was a beautiful thing.
We started out casting inline spinners, and then we began to toss some big top water lures that splash down in the water like a cannonballs.
 |
| My new favorite July beer. |
As the night progressed, we did not see any fish. There were a few other musky hunters out, and they were having the same luck that we were having.
It was getting late, and the time was 11:30 PM, and we were just talking about heading back. As I was making a few more casts into the darkness of night, one of my casts did not find water. Instead we could only hear the not so joyful sound of leaves. I just casted an expensive lure of Mikes into a tree. No other words can describe how I felt other than "SHIT."
We tried everything from the boat, and then Mike decided to climb the tree...and he did. Turns out, I cast the lure so far, that it went beyond the tree that was nearest to the water, and into the tree behind it. Hilarious...but not really.
 |
| Motoring to another fishy spot. |
How's that old saying go - "That's musky fishing."
Big THANKS goes out to Mike for inviting me out.
