I sit back and wonder why I ever decided to be a musky fisherman; countless hours on the water,
sore forearms from casting double #10 bucktails all day. And sometimes never even see a musky all
day, but then in that split second it all changes. Your bait gets engulfed from something out of the
depths and the adrenaline rushes all over your body. Moments later, it's all over, the fish is in the net.
And your day went from 0 to 60 in just seconds!
I remember my first musky like it was yesterday. It was 4:30 in the afternoon, my buddy had just
picked me up and we were headed to a local lake with a good musky population in it. We had
gotten a late start, due to a thunderstorm that had just passed.
"Could be a good evening of fishing" I told my fri