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| OK here goes nothing. I'm 18 now but I caught my first Musky when I was 15. Heres how the story goes. We heard from a local guide in the Hayward area that Sand Lake was a great lake to get a new musky fisherman his first fish. My Dad, Uncle, and I decided to give it a shot. My Dad already boated a 45 and 41 earlier and my Uncle a couple of 39s. I was getting antsy. We hit the water about 6 a.m. and decided to start out on the weedline casting towards the shorelines. My Dad started off throwing I think a Tallywhacker, My Uncle started off throwing, once again I think a Green bladed bootail. I decided that I would start off throwing a Buchertail Mogambo (Orange blade, Black hair and tail. I don't know why I chose it but I did. 10 minutes after we started he hit. I said, "I got one". My Dad said, "Set the hook hard again." I did and after a pretty good fight my Uncle netted it. It was a beautiful 36" Tiger Musky. I was so happy. Now the fun starts to begin. We take a quick measurement and the fish starts to flop. My Dad being the great father he is, puts his hand near the fish so we can get a picture of my fish. As the fish flops my Dad's hand got too close to the fishes mouth and it rips a cut from the top of his pointer finger all the way down to his hand. Blood is everywhere. As were taking pictures a man, yes at about 6:10 a.m., is out in his boxers asks if he can take a picture of the fish because he has a neighbor who claims that there are no muskies on this side of the lake. We release the fish who swims away. The guy who was taking the pictures of the fish is a paramedic. My Dad asked the guy if he could possibly help him with his hand. The guy agrees runs back to his cabin and brings out his pouch. We started to troll towards the guys dock but before we get there he is back out and jumps in the water! My mouthed dropped. He bandaged it all up and we thanked him greatly! All that just for my first musky!!!!! It was well worth it, probably because I didn't get cut!!! | |||
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| I caught my first on June 7 2001 after a couple years trying with nothing to show for my effort except follows and some lost fish. It was 25"er caught on a chicka-d and the next day I caught another one that was identical to my first. Hopefully I will catch some more. | |||
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| 3rd times a charm the next post is mine but ann. came up Paul | |||
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| Member Total Posts: This happened when I was 18 , about 20 years ago, after hearing some tales of monstrous fish on the Flambeau chain near Minoqua.I threw the 10 foot jonboat on top of the car,half a dozen baits in a lunchbox (which was all of them)my pole (7 foot spinning rig) life preserver,anchor (12 inch concrete block) and oars in the back seat. After deciding on Big Crawling Stone I was off.Things went well after getting to the lake ,till I put the anchor down in the 1 to 2 foot waves and then got a little worse while pulling it back up. A shoreline visit was needed to remove the excess moisture that acumulated.(relativly easy with a 10 foot jon boat)The trip was moved to Little Crawling Stone for a while. Having no luck there and noticing the wind had quit ,back to the bigger lake I went. 30 minutes with a magnum rapala warranted a bait switch, hmmmm a mudpuppy in perch, BAAMMM. Right choice. Near silver dollar sized eyes ,fish almost half the length of the boat and knees knocking like the engine of my 72 Electra are the memories I''m left with . Priceless. Heres to making more memories. Paul | |||
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| More!! More! Hey, everyone, remember that by clicking on the ''page'' numbers, one can see recent threads that are not on the opening page. I need more first muskie stories!! If we get to 50 by the end of the month, I will sweeten the pot with a Muskie rod![:(] | |||
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| About ten years ago I was fishing for walleye with Fuzz-E grub below one of the dams on the Wisconsin River and I was just about ready to pull it out of the water and I saw a huge mouth with teeth come out of the water after it, scared the hell out of me!! I immediately tossed it out again and the musky hit and I hooked it two more times till it bit off the jig. Frustrated I walked back up to the car to grab a heavier action rod, it took at least ten minutes to get back to the spot, I threw out a shad color Rapala and bammo hooked the same fish on the first cast. A fisherman a ways down saw I had a big fish on and came over to help me gingerly net it since I only had twelve pound line. We landed it and it was 38" I took a picture and released my first musky. | |||
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| This happened spring 1992. The first musky I caught I shouldn’t have (or should I’ve?). I was fishing opening weekend on a clear water portion of the lake. I was throwing a 7” perch flavor suick on a wind swept point. On my first cast I had a musky roll on my bait, no follow. On my second cast to the same spot the fish rolled again, no strike. On my retrieve, I was yelling at my wife (then girlfriend) to wake up and throw her bucktail, that we had an active fish. I saw the suick coming in, no fish yet… When the lure was about 10 feet away I saw a musky come flying in (I mean fast!) and then the fish seemed to stop on a dime curled up about 12” from my suick. I froze, I didn’t know what to do, and I just sat there and watched. I had buck fever. My suick slowly started to rise up and away from the musky. The fish then very slowly crept up on the bait, and when it was only and inch away it gently sucked it in. Well, I knew what to do then, I set and the fish went nuts, it was beautiful. My girlfriend grabbed the net and bagged the fish (that’s why I married her). When attempting to release the 37 incher, the shadow of my hand crossed her eyes causing her to violently thrash, consequently setting the hook to the bone on my pointer finger. I then panicked, due to being attached to a P’ed off mauling musky; I grabbed the pliers and ripped the hook out of my finger (now permanently scared, but scars are cool). That’s why we now call the spot “finger point”. We then photographed and released my first, a nice 37 incher. Since then I’ve caught them on figure 8’s, and I’ve also have scared them off with my antics. I was thinking I should give the “buck fever” technique more exercise? | |||
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| Sheesh!!!! As many times as I've made a "donkey" of myself I should get a combo!!!![;)] | |||
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| Seeing we all are "respected" muskie fishermen who always tell the truth, are we allowed to make up,I mean tell, a second first muskie story? | |||
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| First Ski Story I was about 17 and I went fishing with my football coach on opening weekend in Vilas. We had a single hook sucker rig out the back (I know it was wrong now, so don't get all over my case. This was my first time) a storm was moving in, and we were fishing over a crib right in front of a dock when the clicker started slowly sounding. I had bought the sucker, so I took the rod. I was shaking as we followed the bobber around, waiting for the right time to set, while this whole time a thunder storm is getting closer and closer. The fish circled out deep and then started coming in shallow. Got into about 4.5 feet of water, and circled right under the dock. I looked back at my coach, and he was frantic. I yelled "What do I do???" he gave me one of the best lines ever when he came back with "I think we are going to have to punt!!" Well he knows that I think he was always a little to conservative on the field, so I decided to go for it. Shoes on, wallet in pocket of my jeans, gps strapped to belt, rod in hand, I jumped in. I was not going to be beaten by a muskie. The water was freezing (this was opening weekend), and a lot deeper than I thought it would be. Thunder crashing all around, I dove under the pier, rod in hand, and came up to hear my coach screaming to set the hook, the fish had jumped when I went underwater. Well the fish had circled around the pier, and had wrapped the line around the last post, so I swam out, set the hook while treading water, swam back in to where I could touch, towing this fish and hand landed a beautiful 38". I got some pictures and released her, though she is probably dead now due to the hook in her gullet. Bob Jonas [email protected][:0] [:0] | |||
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| Come on guys we need 50 I'm dying to find out how you keep dog turds from falling off the hook every time I cast the thing falls off and now my boat smells horrible.[:bigsmile:] | |||
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| Well, my first post, so hi to all. Here's my story: Family has a place on the Winnipeg River. I used to fish a lot as a kid, never caught any muskie or even tried to. Then stopped going there during my teen years. But in the mid-90s (in my late 20s) I started visiting the place again and did some fishing. Had fun, caught some pike and walleye, saw Bob Mesirkohmer and muskie paraphanalia at the marina, hit the 'net for muskie info, got the fever. Had several cisco-kid style muskie baits I'd found washed up on shore and an old heavy duty spinning rod. Bought some 30 pound mono, twisted up some wire leaders, and got a beefy spinning reel to hold it. Went back in mid october of about 1997, objective muskie. But when I arrived, for some strange reason, I didn't go muskie fishing. Force of habit and fear of the unknown, I guess, caused me to set out the first morning with small jig and plastic hoping to get some walleye for a welcome back feast. Was jigging over a saddle when bang I had something nice on. 6 # test and no leader, when I saw it was a pike I was doubtful I'd land it. But I did. And it was no pike, I realized when it was at the boat. The muskie gods saw me vacilating and handed me the bait: a 32-35 inch natural tiger muskie--my first. Well, that was that. Stowed the walleye gear away, started trolling those cisco kid knockoffs around the lake, fruitlessly, for several days. (Had to cut the "heavy-duty" spinning rod from 7 to 5 feet to work those baits.) Then the gods smiled again, and I nailed a 43, then a 40 and a 41 the next day, all from the same area. I was there alone...no one to boast to or celebrate with...but I was hooked. And remain so! Cheers, Alex Moore | |||
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| BTW - lot of great tales here, but Bob "Chunky" Jonas wins in my book. [:praise:] | |||
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| I caught my first muskie this year while panfishing.ultra-light tackle,nightcrawler,4-lb test.[:0] | |||
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| Every summer when I was a kid growing up in Milwaukee I would travel to Chippewa Falls to spend a few weeks with my Aunt. (Mom figured get him out of the city, might do him some good) My cousin and I would walk across town and fish O''neil creek just below the Lienie''s brewery. One day while casting a yellow Beetle Spin I caught my first; a striped(barred) Musky about 17" long, I was amazed at the beuty of the markings of this young fish as it glissened in the sun and am proud to say I knew enough at that time to let it go to grow. I was about 14 years old and from that day on I was "hooked" on Musky fishing. My Aunt would take my cousin and I out of town so we could fish the shores of the Yellow River or Lake Wissota and I would spend as much time as possible casting, it took several years before I would catch my next one. But the dream and desire to someday move north so I could fish Muskies often burned inside me as a youngster and I think helped keep me out of trouble while living in the "big city". In 1981 three days after graduating high school I packed what little I owned into my car and headed north. Again my Aunt "Ma" was kind enough to take me in for a few months till I could stand on my own feet. "Ma" and I fished together a few times over the years and my desire to chase ol''Esox has never wavered from that day below the Leinie''s brewery. I can still remember my excitement of telling her,"I caught a Musky" when she came to pick my cousin and I up that day.... One month ago this Thursday "Ma" surrendered to a long time battle with kidney desease. Just wanted to publicly say thanks to a very special person who took the time to take her "kids" fishing.........I miss you deeply. Mark "Curly" Hintz Northwoods Musky Adventures Eau Claire, WI www.muskyadventures.com | |||
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| Steve- Let me guess. Somewhere in this website is something that says "all submissions become the sole property of MuskieFIRST" and no liabitilty to MuskieFIRST for reprinting said submissions. And, I bet the publisher said you''d need at least 50 entries for "True First Muskie Stories - Volume 1" by Steve Worrall. Right???[:bigsmile:] Your gonna make like a billion dollars, a great deal more than Sponge and I, and all your giving away is a turd and a rod???? PS I already have a turd form one of the LM crew. Tell Rusty I said HI. Good Luck and Be Safe. Scott | |||
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| Let''s see, my first musky. That would take us back to 1979... and make me a whopping 7 years old. One calm, overcast afternoon I rowed my dad''s 12ft Meyers aluminum boat to the far end of the little 100 acre Oneida County, WI lake our cabin was on. My intent was to pop rapalas along the shoreline weeds for Bass as I worked my way back home. My tackle was running low on Rapalas, as the muskies had bit me off a few too many times already that summer, so I made sure to tie a good knot on my last one. First cast landed strategically in the far back end of an opening in the bullrushes. One pop... two pops... and whooosh. Damn, another muskie easily inhaled my 3" rapala and cut my monofilament line without the slightest tension. VERY upset, I rowed home and explained to DAD that I had lost my last precious rapala and begged for him to give one from his overflowing tacklebox. He gave me a long lecture on how I shouldn''t cast them into trees and lose them.... not believing my story of big muskies biting me off. After enough pleading, whining, and probably even some crying... he gave me a jointed silver and black rapala, along with a 7-Strand leader! I rowed the boat as fast as I could back to the other end of the lake and excitedly cast it into the same pocket in the rushes. This time, the wire leader prevented the muskie from biting me off!!!! I battled that fish all by myself until it was too exhausted to escape my oversized bass net. I returned home with that 35 inch MUSKY gloating with a smile from ear to ear. That day I earned the repsect from my father as a good fisherman and also became severely infected with the musky bug. The photo of that fish is really neat too... a 3 foot tall boy struggling to lift a 35 incher high enough to get the tail off the dock!!!! Ohhh, the good ''ol days. jlong | |||
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| Roughly three years ago i suddenly realized that all i cared about anymore where fish with attitudes and teeth. I was going to be home for a weekend so decided to find a lake that was smaller and might produce my first ski. I chose shabonna, being smaller and heavily stocked. It was very early spring and very cold at 7:00 in the morning. I rented a boat and headed off. After first three casts lost my shumway spinner bait in the trees with leader. Down 80 bucks for boat and bait so far after twenty minutes. Started fishing main lake shelfs with no success. cast after cast after cast backlash[:(] cast, and nothing. Lake started to get crowded and people kept cutting me off to the spots that i was drifting into with the wind since i did not want to fuss with the motor[:(] . Decided the hell with it and started to row the boat in the no motor zone against the wind. rowed all the way to the end of the inlet and started casting. Finally, bang a solid strike[:p] , but[:knockout:] snag, dammit. Some very friendly guys however helped me get my lure back out of the wood[:bigsmile:]. Wind changed when i decided to leave the inlet [:(] , had to row all the way out against the wind again. decided to fish only main lake points again with cribs, so that i could use the motor. Pulled up on the third spot and decided to work it hard. the sun came out[:bigsmile:] finally and warmed me up. After the tenth drift i went on the inside of the point, and tried to decide on a lure. Went with the one I almost lost already figuring it was lucky. One cast nothing two casts nothing, one more cast making probably 10003 of the day. almost in and ready to go, [:((] . What the,[:0] whack at boatside[:p]. my first muskie, 34" measured, pictured, and returned immediately. then got my second on the same structure and left[:devil:] . Definetely gave me the fever.[:bigsmile:] | |||
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| Moving it to the top lest we forget about the impending deadline....Not going to make a book, am keeping the stories on the site in a specail place where anyone can read them, anytime. Some really good stories here, keep them coming!! | |||
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| Eagle River Chain a bunch of years ago. Guide in the back of the boat, walleye pro in the front with a camera. Mid-November, lightly snowing, slight wind and a great drift in progress when the fish nails my rig. After making sure there's life on the end of the line, I give it all I've got for the hookset when the rod explodes in my hands. One piece shattered and spun off into the water, about four feet of it trailed down the line into the water and I'm holding onto the stump. There's a lively 47" fish attached and ended up landing it, hand-over-hand. Have the pictures and the scars on my hands to prove it. | |||
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| I don't know if this will meet the critera of "First Caught Muskie" but its good none the less. Three years ago my buddy and I decided since there aren't to many big pike arround here we would fish muskie on St. Clair. Thinking muskie, pike , same thing right? After two whole days of fighting with surface weeds and no fish we decided to fish for smallies. My buddy was fishing a crankbait and I was fishing a tube bait. After a dozen or so cast my partner was getting pretty P.O. with the surface weeds cause he keeps picking up a clump after a crack or two. As he vents his frustration he jerks his bait as hard as he can while reeling as fast as he can. Right at boatside a 48" nails it after a lenghty battle we land the fish. Then I decided "screw the bass I want to catch one of them" So I put on a black blue fox bucktail and away I go. Taking a few cast to adjust the tension knob. I think I'm ready, another cast, just ain't got the distance. Instead of letting it sink to the bottom while I adjust I reel it in as fast as possible so I can get a little more distance. As I pull the lure 3 feet out of the water and adjust the tension knob I hear a splash,I jump out of they way, and see a 35" musky flopping in the boat. I look at my buddy and say thats a muskie, did you see that? After taht day I don't fish bass to often, and thats my first caught muskie or is it? | |||
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| I technically did not catch this fish, but I sorta did, dont' know if it would count. Anyway this summer was my first fishing and I mostly fished off docks for bass with nightcrawlers and leeches. One day someone yelled a muskie was there in about 1 foot of water under a handicapped dock that i was fishing off of and I saw it and threw my moss frog at it over and over but it swam away later on i was fishing off to the side of the dock for bass and saw it had come back, it was probobly 35-40" and i had my moss frog on one pole and a leech on the other. Anyway, I threw the frog around to have it not even look at it. Then i wiggled the leech all over in its face and it jumped at it and i had the fish on with a tiny minnow hook. I started reeling it in. (hoping to reel it up to the shore, i had no net) I kept reeling it in and it faught but then with a little turn of its head, it snapped my 8lb test trilene and swam away. After that experince i knew it had to be the fish to fish for. I am now forever hooked on muskies. | |||
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| Orlando, Fl. long distance award All-Star Calcutta PowerPro just started using it it's great All I have is bucktails and one jackpot pigs don't count 19' Trophy lots of saltwater around here My feet when redfishing or seatrout fishing | |||
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| OOPS wrong topic duh give me another martini | |||
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| Just check'n the board out and noticed several posts wondering who won. Due to the enormous pressure of judging the stories Steve was forced to retreat to an undisclosed location to begin the painstaking task of picking the winner...yea right[:bigsmile:] For those who don't know Steve and Jason are at "The Goon" this weekend chasing big fish with teeth, I'm sure the winner will be declared early next week. Hope the "big girls" are being kind to you boys..[:praise:] "Curly" Mark "Curly" Hintz Northwoods Musky Adventures Eau Claire, WI | |||
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