Anyway, I fished topwater the hole time and one about my 3rd cast a little greenie came up and took my popper and turned but somehow missed the trebles. A good sign.......or so I thought. Jeff and I continued to fish a mix of some topwater and Jack's worms to no avail. About an hour later I switched to my Zara Spook and Jeff began (as always) to make fun of my "Monster Musky Lure" which he calls it b/c its size. I have that thing rigged on a 6 1/2 foot rod with 4/10 power pro so I can lauch it out there something fierce. Jeff joked again that "There ain't no fish out near that fountain" and asked me why I was casting out that far. As I worked the spook out of the fountain and into the calmer water surrounding it, SLAM a green hit it hard. I set the hook and my drag began to whine a bit.
I worked her towards the shore and I could tell she was big. I was working her pretty hard trying to convince her not to jump but she still did once, but she stayed on. As it got a little closer to shore I realized I had to start working her through a mine field of scum pockets. And as I'm sure you expected, the curse of Muskalungee prevailed. She immediately moved towards one of the scum pockets and one of the trebles must have got hung up, which gave her enough leverage to break free from the one that was in her mouth. Another nice fish lost withing 15 feet of me. Is anyone else starting to see a pattern with me here? Sheesh.
Jeff ended up getting a dink on a Fake-O about 10 minutes before we quit, and I got the old skunk-a-rooney. As always though, it was nice to get out and hang out with Smalljaw for a few.
Muskalungeeeeee!
Mike
