Most people have a "one that got away" story. This is mine. It happened today...
I got out around 5:30 this morning and as I got to the spot I scoped out the river for "fishy" spots before I got in. I noticed a huge fallen tree on the west bank that couldn't have been a more obvious giveaway. The big branches were making some nice eddies and I knew there had to be fish in there. I worked the other areas on my way up to this tree. Only got one 13" smallie (topwater) for my efforts.
Now it was time to target this tree. I tied on a perch colored x-rap and started working the area. I could see the carp slurping the surface and knew they wanted nothing to do with it...good. I don't care for them too much. Then as I was working my bait back to me...WHAM!!!! I get a bone jarring strike and my drag starts screaming. I'm thinking that it's either a BIG carp or maybe a flathead. Drag still screaming, this thing heads upstream and keeps on going...and going...and going. All the while I'm tightening the drag to in order to get some sort of leverage on this fish. By this point I'm talking out loud to myself " Oh my God, what is this, this is no bass!"
It headed for a logjam and tried to go arount a bend so I tightened the drag even more anfd finally start bringing it back to me. Then all of a sudden it turns downstream and I'm reeling my butt off trying to take up the slack as fast as I could. It passes me and is now using the current to its advantage. The drag screams again and I tighten again (soooo stupid!!) just as I start to get this thing within about 20 - 30 feet of me it shows.....Tiger Muskie!!!
Just as it showed it broke off taking my brand new lure with it
As soon as I saw this fish my heart started pounding and I got a jolt of adrenaline that numbed me to the fact that I had just lost the biggest fish of my life.
I stood stunned for a while, silent, just looking downstream wondering where that fish had gone.
***Just for the record, I was not targeting muskie!!! As you can tell I have no business targeting muskie, especially with spinning gear in my hands.***
I was thrilled to have just done battle with a Muskie. I was giddy for a while after that. I kept saying " holy s#*t that was a muskie" It was at least, no lie, 36"
As the day wore on, though, my heart started to sink when the thought of " why the hell would you tighten that drag down so tight" and "I should have chased that fish" What a dumbass! I should know better than that. Now I'm having trouble getting my foot out of my butt. And I can't stop going over what I should have done to get that fish in my hands.
Well....that's my story. It is truthful on all accounts. Take it or leave it....
and don't even think about asking me where I was. If you know my area, you can find the spot.
I got out around 5:30 this morning and as I got to the spot I scoped out the river for "fishy" spots before I got in. I noticed a huge fallen tree on the west bank that couldn't have been a more obvious giveaway. The big branches were making some nice eddies and I knew there had to be fish in there. I worked the other areas on my way up to this tree. Only got one 13" smallie (topwater) for my efforts.
Now it was time to target this tree. I tied on a perch colored x-rap and started working the area. I could see the carp slurping the surface and knew they wanted nothing to do with it...good. I don't care for them too much. Then as I was working my bait back to me...WHAM!!!! I get a bone jarring strike and my drag starts screaming. I'm thinking that it's either a BIG carp or maybe a flathead. Drag still screaming, this thing heads upstream and keeps on going...and going...and going. All the while I'm tightening the drag to in order to get some sort of leverage on this fish. By this point I'm talking out loud to myself " Oh my God, what is this, this is no bass!"
It headed for a logjam and tried to go arount a bend so I tightened the drag even more anfd finally start bringing it back to me. Then all of a sudden it turns downstream and I'm reeling my butt off trying to take up the slack as fast as I could. It passes me and is now using the current to its advantage. The drag screams again and I tighten again (soooo stupid!!) just as I start to get this thing within about 20 - 30 feet of me it shows.....Tiger Muskie!!!
I stood stunned for a while, silent, just looking downstream wondering where that fish had gone.
***Just for the record, I was not targeting muskie!!! As you can tell I have no business targeting muskie, especially with spinning gear in my hands.***
I was thrilled to have just done battle with a Muskie. I was giddy for a while after that. I kept saying " holy s#*t that was a muskie" It was at least, no lie, 36"
As the day wore on, though, my heart started to sink when the thought of " why the hell would you tighten that drag down so tight" and "I should have chased that fish" What a dumbass! I should know better than that. Now I'm having trouble getting my foot out of my butt. And I can't stop going over what I should have done to get that fish in my hands.
Well....that's my story. It is truthful on all accounts. Take it or leave it....
and don't even think about asking me where I was. If you know my area, you can find the spot.