This seems so crazy. Yet, I have this drive deep within me to chase muskies this time of year. Forget deer hunting after not even seeing one after 3 hard days of hunting. Ice chunks are floating down the river. 3 inches of ice at the landing!?! What kind of insanity does this require? Admission to the nearest psych ward actually seems acceptable. Absolutely no one is out fishing this time of year where I am at. We are at that awkward transition between ice too thin to walk on and feel comfortable about it to too dang cold to freeze in a boat. But somehow I want to finish this season off right before I go into hibernation. One last try. Please!!! Just one more chance to get that big musky I hooked into and lost just 5 weeks earlier. So, back to my new favorite spot I found on the river.
How are you going to negotiate that landing with 3 inches of ice? I brought the axe and ice chisel just in case. I attempted to break it up but wait, this endeavor will take all day long if I continue. There must be an alternative route to the water.
Are you kidding me? Unhitch the trailer and manuever it to a spot more free from ice build up. Yes! That works! This trip is already starting out with epic scenarios.
Just float those $8 suckers along that sheet of ice and ice chunks.
Bingo, a 35"er hits the first sausage.
Then a 36"er hits the next sucker sausage. I'm feeling better about this trip. Perhaps this was not such an insane idea.
Then the beast hits at the end of the day. A beautiful 42"er. Any Musky over 40" is really a special fish to me. Wow! I guess this was not such a dumb idea to Musky fish after Thanksgiving. 4 hits, 3 fish, and 1 beast, all in a days work.