2015 Season Penultimate Fishing Report

[Scott McKee]

Our day started with a crash, splash and then silence. You may be thinking we had a fish on and perhaps it jumped and came off. Nothing could be farther from the truth. As we were loading my boat I only grabbed one strap of my Plow box and all off my big lures went into the drink. Jojo commented something to the effect of it can't get any worse. Nope. After scooping up my big toys the deafening silence that followed my turning of the key for the big motor sent my blood pressure soaring which is no easy task since I ingest about a king size bag if M&M's worth of hypertension pills daily, twice. After a quick charge of the starting battery we finally started fishing around 11am. We mostly trolled but we cast some over the next ten hours in our travels of UN 2,3,4,5 and 13. We didn't have and hits, rips, follows, foolows, or anything that successful Musky anglers encounter from time-to-time. We did have a few thrilling snags to remind us we were fishing which was nice. While the fishing sucked, and I'm talking vacuum cleaner convention sucked, we of course had a great time despite our lack of angling success. Most Musky anglers might bring a bucket of lures when they go fishing but not Jojo. He brings a bucket of cookies, and yes, you read this right... A BUCKET OF COOKIES! Eat your heart out, Tom Page! Speaking of out, Joe and I will be out tomorrow from 3pm to midnight. Good luck, Gang.

[Scott McKee]

I apologize for the several syntax errors in my report. My phone's keyboard is small and my fingers are still frozen. Now where is that bucket of cookies...

[John Jarosz]

Good luck to both of you (and those cookies are the BEST!!!)