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Created by Scott McKee Oct 31, 2018 at 1:09pm. Last updated by Scott McKee Oct 31, 2018.
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My favorite day of the year is Thanksgiving. It has been for a very long time. Thanksgivings are pretty regimented in my little world. Fishing, football, family and food is the agenda. Once again two of the four failed me. The 4PM football game blew. And Carrie and I went fish-less again for the second Thanksgiving in a row.
We trolled UN2, 13, 3 and 4. We tried deep. We tried shallow. We tried really shallow. We trolled slow, slower and we crawled. (I swear at one point we were going backwards.) Carrie did a have a decent rip, which was more action than the boat has seen in weeks. Whatever smacked her Believer was off by the time she addressed her rod, about a second or two after the clicker fired. Two seconds of musky "action" in two weeks; just wonderful. Maybe I should jig. Sure, and maybe one day I will be a famous gymnast.
The water clarity in the west river was near perfect; 3 to four feet with any color. The river on the Tonawanda side was still mud, but the Grand Island side was greenish. As you might expect with all of the wind we had, UN4 was loaded with wood; big logs, little logs, branches, stumps, Ents, etc.. Carrie put it best, "it looks like someone exploded a bunch of trees." Oh. well.
No matter if we catch fish or not, and regardless of the competitiveness of the four o'clock game, I always bat at least .500 on Thanksgiving. Bruce always whips up a mean bird, and my family rules. Screw the damn muskies...
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