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Inspired by some of the reports that have been coming out of this section recently, I decided to accompany a buddy out to "his" spot to try for some Tiger Muskies...
I started out with a few of these:
After working a ton of structure on one area of the lake, we worked our way back to another area, working heavy structure as we went. Finally, there appeared a very large Muskie about 10-15' in front of me. The problem was, it was eyeing my fins (I was fishing out of my Commander...fins are great for micro-adjustments). I cast to the side of it, and it turned on my fly briefly then shot away....ok ok, so they're here. By this time my heart rate is pumping. I continue working my way down this bank tucking my fly into all likely looking areas. Low and behold, I spotted another (again, not really following my fly so much as just hanging out in front of me). It did an about face and casually headed off. I managed to get a cast off in front and a foot or two off to the side of it and started stripping. It made an about face and casually followed my fly about an inch or two behind. At about 15' out, I saw the mouth open and the 8" fly completely disappear...whoa, holy fucking shit, did that just happen!?!? After it turned, I strip set hard several times and it was on!!!! A relatively short fight on "El Bandito", as my Epic Bandit has so been dubbed, and here's the result.
followed and swallowed, fuck yeah!
lightning did indeed strike on my first Muskie outing and I'm fucking hooked!
I think I might be due for several thousand more casts before my next one now...
I started out with a few of these:
After working a ton of structure on one area of the lake, we worked our way back to another area, working heavy structure as we went. Finally, there appeared a very large Muskie about 10-15' in front of me. The problem was, it was eyeing my fins (I was fishing out of my Commander...fins are great for micro-adjustments). I cast to the side of it, and it turned on my fly briefly then shot away....ok ok, so they're here. By this time my heart rate is pumping. I continue working my way down this bank tucking my fly into all likely looking areas. Low and behold, I spotted another (again, not really following my fly so much as just hanging out in front of me). It did an about face and casually headed off. I managed to get a cast off in front and a foot or two off to the side of it and started stripping. It made an about face and casually followed my fly about an inch or two behind. At about 15' out, I saw the mouth open and the 8" fly completely disappear...whoa, holy fucking shit, did that just happen!?!? After it turned, I strip set hard several times and it was on!!!! A relatively short fight on "El Bandito", as my Epic Bandit has so been dubbed, and here's the result.
followed and swallowed, fuck yeah!
lightning did indeed strike on my first Muskie outing and I'm fucking hooked!
I think I might be due for several thousand more casts before my next one now...