Mine was a musky.... Hell, I was just testing a new Rapala's action too. The cast was toward shore and with needlenose pliers in hand I reeled in. Next, there was a splash along the riverbank and my line broke diagonally away.
Damn! Deadhead, I figured. The Burnt River is crazy with 'em. As long as it tracked in, I kept reeling. I din't want to lose another new lure to the bottom.
Then, I saw silver. Then ... Mister Musky broke the surface. It was on!
I leaned into his pull. With one foot braced against the deck, the other planted firmly into the keel, I became the towing bollard for this big old cedar strip boat.
This fish had incredible pull. It was still spring and we weren't quite a half mile above the dam. This lunker was dragging us upstream and fast enough to make waves!
People lined the bank (damn that highway) cheering as fish and I fought. Fishing is a personal thing - like a religion. Some things a man just likes his privacy to do. Worst part was, I knew I was going to be the source of a lot of laughter and the brunt of a lot of jokes if this line snaps and I end up on my butt somewhere amidships.
Finally, after a good half hour struggle - and almost beyond view from the road - Mister Musky drew alongside. He was too tired to fight the net. I was too tired to battle much more. Ron was still fresh enough to get a net around him. He was 41 inches in length, 22 in girth and weighed in at 22 lb. Not bad for a river where there aren't supposed to be any lunge.
This ain't a musky ... but it sure can lunge
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