Well, I don't owe Bruce a Big Dirty, but he, Carrie and I were all reminded, despite our best intentions, musky fishing is a blood sport. A dink smacked Bruce's Believer and unfortunately all three hooks of the rear treble were buried under his yap in the gills and meat. We babysat the poor little fish trying to get it to swim away, but it was hemorrhaging badly. It's unfortunate, but these are the risks we take musky fishing.
Scott Kitchen called me as we were preparing to resume our troll. His voice was panicked and his words came out in rapid fire. I interrupted him saying, "how big is the fish and where are you?"
I'll let Scott tell the whole story, but we used all 175 horses of my VMAX getting to his location as fast as we possibly could.
We didn't catch any other fish. We were out from 8:15 to 11am. The water is off, but I think it's perfect clarity. There were noticeably more weeds throughout the water column. The temps ranged from 45.5 to 46.5.
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving, team!
Fly-fishing with Rick in the Upper, we had an easily 40"+ lazily swim by, close to the surface. It was beat up & for whatever reason, Rick thought it might have been a recent release. One eye was also poked out.
He remarked that it wasn't the first musky he'd seen with an eye out.
Is there anything that can be done to minimize damage like you had & Rick's been seeing, maybe like what many of us see?