on his creeper. About 20 minutes later, in another section of the island complex, Rob had a follow on the bucktail that he was now offering. We worked this area for another hour without any more action…Long story short, we did not produce a fish for the tournament, but we did have Musky sightings. Over the next week and a half, we revisited that island complex at many different times during the day without a fish in the boat. We need to talk about the patio outside the bar at Indian Trail Resort. In the evening, the patio is a bonding place for Musky anglers. There, you can hear stories of fish caught and lost. As I was sitting on the patio, I noticed an old bucktail without a blade that appeared to be discarded. I had noticed this errant bucktail on a couple of other nights and after I was sure that no one was going to do anything with it, I picked it up and decided to re-shaft it and add a green blade to compliment the thick black hair of the bucktail. The next day, almost a week and a half after raising fish on our island complex, we pulled up on the spot about 6:30pm. Rob was throwing a surface lure and I decided to toss the “patio bucktail”. About 10 minutes into our casting exercise, a Musky came up behind my lure and aggressively stopped the lure in its tracks. I could see the fish roll on the bucktail about 20 feet from the boat. I could feel the weight of the fish and commented to Rob that it was a bit of a beast. Well, the battle was on and the Musky charged the boat, did a little dance on the surface and then allowed me to lead it toward Rob who was ready with net in hand. As I brought the fish boat side, I could see that the line was wrapped around its gill plate and the line was also in its teeth.
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