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| Hello folks,
Here is my usual weekly report...
The Sat night was cool and clear over Toronto, however, as I was driving along hwy 401 I watched clouds moving in from the east and my thermometer rising. It rose from 16Co to 23Co when I arrived at a lake. LEW arrived shortly after I put my boat in. At 7:30am we both climbed on board and took off. The morning was calm with a light breeze coming from SE. The water temp was in 70-71Fo. Here is a shot of the approaching warm front.
Folks, I am telling you, after fishing early Oligo/late Meso lakes, Eutrophic lakes are like gold-mines of structure. One can just pound weed line for miles, if you know what I mean. Lew (my partner) and I still tried to be selective. We looked for deepest and greenest weeds.
At around 11am LEW was lucky to finally SEE a musky. She followed nobody's lure, just raised to the surface and... she was BIG, according to LEW. She wasn't far from the boat but by the time LEW pointed out she was gone for me to see. I usually take notes of such occurances, so I marked the spot on my GPS. The air pressure dropped a tick and the wind picked up from SE. We tried almost every lure in our tackle box but could not produce a strike.
LEW started telling a story, putting on an orange bucktail, on how once he saw no strikes for the whole day and how that lure made the day when he boated two skies in two consequent casts. Well, he put the bucktail on, tossed it out and ... bang, the water boiled. LEW quickly reeled in the bucktail and tossed it out again... BANG one more time and a miss again. The point is - there ARE miracles! Scientifically speaking, it must have been something to do with the bright colour of the lure being used on an overcast day.
It wasn't until about 6pm when we moved over an open water flat, drifting towards a hump (you know skies love humps, don't you?). One cast towards the hump and LEW said, "oh yeah, here she is". I watched LEW's rod staying bent for a few seconds but (even after he tried to set the hook extra 2-3 times), the fish managed to get lose from the tandem black spinnerbait (single treble hook). We finished the drift to return back for another one. Second cast and the fish misses LEW's spinner almost at the boat side. I did not see the fish but only a nice swirl. Two more drifts produced no more strikes.
The clouds were thickening and it got darker. We saw some rain coming down on the horizon. It was about time: we put some rain gear on (just in case) and proceeded back to the spot I marked that fish on the GPS earlier in the day.
7:10pm, we stayed deep 11-14', casting toward the weed line. Finally I realised that all strikes that LEW had came from the fast moving baits (bucktails/spinnerbaits). I convinced myself to change my gliders for a Grim-ripper two bladed bucktail with a black rubber tail.
On my fifth cast I felt a gradual resistance growing on the line. Before I realised what happened the tension was gone and my bucktail darted fast at me. I looked and I saw the water boiling over the spot where the lure was. I quickly reeled in and made 2-3 fan casts over the area, burning bucktail real fast in order not to lose the fish that was in the area. Fourth cast and I felt the wait again, I gave my rod two-three sharp pulls and... my line took off. Woohoo!!!! "Fish ON!"
Man, it felt SO good again to have good weight on my line. (grin) The fish did not jump once just stayed deep. I finally turned the fish around with my mighty 80lb Power Pro and into the net, and LEW scooped her. I was wrong to think the fish was weak. She was like a thousand gazers in the net. I do not think I saw anything like that before. Anyways, as I gently slid my hand under the gill plate the fish finally stopped going bananas. The fish wasn't hooked well, with only one hook in the lip's skin. I did not want to rip the flash, so instead, I just cut the barb off with my new pair of one-hand bolt cutters and the bucktail just fell off. We took a few pictures of this gorgeous 42" with an ENORMOUS girth (look at this picture and please agree). I wished we measured it. The girl was still very 'green'... As soon I gently landed her on the surface, she needed waiting no more and exploded, giving me a good shower. LOL
Within the following half an hour we continued trying to get more strikes but had no luck. We quit before total darkness set in, at around 8:00pm.
Regards,
Musky Striker
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