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| Although I haven't documented much of it, I've had a string of unfortunate events while musky fishing now and I thought I'd post it up. Maybe someone can laugh. The last few weeks haven't been good to me in my now relentless search for one of these goblins. My wife actually pitied me to the point that she actually booked me with a very good guide and even covered the hotel. The guide had told me that fishing was tough this summer but we had a good enough chance. my fishing partner got a lazy follow from a mid 40 and the fish just peeled off, I then proceeded to cast and get my lure hung up on some timber. The guide saw what happened and began retrieving his lure hastily when right as he pulled the lure out he began frantically trying to get his lure back in mumbling something about a fish. In his haste to fix my screw up, a "stud, 50 came in hot". I felt pretty stupid. Later on I was casting a shallow invader kind of just going through the motions. I made a good cast and about two rotation of the handle and a fish crushed it. I pull back and start reeling only to have the lure come back with no fish. Pretty demoralizing. That was the last fish we moved.
Today, I set a personal best for fail. It was a whole day of fail. I backed the boat down the launch without the plug. Thankfully I corrected that before the boat was deployed. I pulled the rope to bring the boat closer to the dock. Apparently I didn't have the rope tied to the boat very secure. I should have put the boat on the trailer and left. After an uneventful day of muskie fishing I was fishing my last spot making my last few casts. After a cast I noticed a man in a kayak paddling towards my boat. He actually got so close he could literally touch the outboard. As I was finishing a retrieve I turned my head to see what the hell he was doing, I pulled the lure up and out of the waste. Simultaneously, a mid 30s fish comes flying out of the water completely face planting into the side of my boat. The kayaker continued paddling, while I was just left there with an expression on my face that must have been priceless. |
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| Waste= water. Droid fail and it won't let me edit. |
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Location: Blaine, MN | Just a slump... take the knowledge and experiences shared from your guide and keep casting... persistence will pay off! |
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Location: Tonka, MN | Musky mind games 101!! Keep pluggin' my friend. Happens to us all. |
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| It is far more memorable to be in slump and have stories of mishap. That is what makes the sport fun. BR |
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| Fish coming off, fish hitting the boat, fish turning away sounds like musky fishing hang in there it gets worse |
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| When I was out with the guide and the lure came back with nothing on it, the guide said "get used to it". The lake I fish does not have a very dense population the way it is with larger fish being even more difficult to locate. I've caught a 27 inch walleye, a bunch of large mouth and smallmouth, and a bunch of pickerel on large musky lures. Double tens/ hellhounds/ jointed beleiver etc. The only musky boated was a 24" tiger. ive been pounding weed beds and edges, maybe it's time ti focus on deeper water. |
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Location: Valpo IN | Keep believing you`ll be fine, the valleys are deeper than the mountain tops. After you catch a few all the mishaps will be on the back burner !! |
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| Well look at the bright side of it at least your getting out to fish. I will admitt a bad day on the water still beats the heck outa working ! My boat has only left the garage onnce or twice in two years, with the economy we all need the work, however 90 to 100 hr. work weeks don't leave much time in the days. Hang in there you will hit them, your just in a slump. hang tight |
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Posts: 134
| like everybody else said... keep plugging. Fished pretty hard for two years without a fish. I had seen fish, had fish go around on the 8, lost fish on topwater.... etc, etc... In the end you just have to sit back and keep it all in perspective. I finally broke through this summer and again this weekend... Persistence and confidence in what worked previously. |
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Location: colorado | You got the musky combo plate. I have been served up plenty of them myself. Just keep laughing it off. |
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| I went thru a spell of even worse luck than I usually have a few years ago. I'd had follows, hits with mouths closed and no hook ups or very brief hookups. I was complaining to someone in another boat about it and he said he had had a similar run of luck awhile back. "I had twenty hookups before I netted one", he said.
I remarked that no more actual bites than I was getting, I might be dead before I get to twenty!
I guess it goes to show that there is always someone worse off. Especially if you complain to a fisherman!!
So long as we're on the right side of the dirt and we come back to the landing healthy and everything working, it's all good. |
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| I've been slummin it pretty hard this year as well my friend! I only hooked maybe 20 since may? and normally i'm hooking 2 for each day i'm out? And i've only hooked maybe 7 that were 42"+ the rest were mid 20's and low 30's and only 2 that were 50"+ i believe its the weird WI weather we've had all summer, and the drastic water temp changes... best advice? you need to come outta your comfort zone and try new areas where you normally wouldnt expect them to be? Thats where my luck has been and burning 10's and crankbaits but they seem to be falling for the Bulldawgs. Just keep up the hunting and it'll pay off! |
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| All it takes is one cast to turn worst to best. |
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| Actually thats a very normal or average day on Minnetonka or on any metro lakes around MN, except minus actually seeing a muskie - might take a week to actually get a follow and an entire month to actual catch one. Now getting a follow is like basically like catching one. |
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| I used to ice climb a lot, if you've ever driven by some horrible-looking frozen monster of an icicle plastered to the side of a cliff in mid-winter and seen some idiot clawing their way up at at the speed of continental drift--well, that was me. I'd tell people I did it to punish myself for living in New England. There's a parallel here, although I cant quite put my finger in it... |
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