The title of this entry was the motto for our morning on the water. Adam, (aka: Mr. 54 incher) and his buddy Rick hopped in my floating device this morning just as daylight was approaching off to the East. It didn't take us long to get on the board, and we were photographing another beauty. This girl measured in the mid 40's and gave us a starting point for the morning. It's always a good feeling to get that first one on the boards. We soon followed with another fish giving us a mild heart attack and almost coming in the boat. We had action off and on throughout our quest and laughed along the way. Thanks to a couple of comedians we know, we had a couple of great laughs as we kept on fishing. The funny part of the day came when we were talking about how they always seem to bite when you're not ready, and how you have to hang on tight. Well, that's when Rick almost lossed his rod as one grabbed his bait about 5 ft below the surface in the sunlit waters. Adam and I could see it coming perfectly, but Rick chuckled afterwards because that is just when he wasn't looking and had it smash his lure. Needless to say, it was cool! After that fish, we saw a couple more and were on our way back to the landing. A good morning to be on the water sun tanning, but not the best muskie conditions. Still fun, and a great way to spend a Friday. Thanks Adam and Rick, I'm already looking forward to next time!
Last night was nicknamed Theo Thursday in a very quick time on the water. Waconia....What, Not Tonka??? That's right, we gave the beasts the night off on that lake and decided to test out a couple of haunts I have landed fish on in the past on good ol' Waconia. It took all of 10 minutes to decide that we had made a good decision, and Theo has now upped his personal best by a 1/2 inch. It was sweet...The bite was sweet...the fight was sweet...It was just sweet. That fish came within feet of where I wanted to see one and I had to grin at what I have seen from this lake the last couple of times out. After the release, and 2 casts later, Theo had the largest muskie I have seen on that lake coming for his bait. It swung and missed 3 times on the way to the boat, only to grab it on the figure 8. AWESOME doesn't even describe what we witnessed. The fish was hooked, but panic set in quickly because of how the fish grabbed the bait and the poor spot that it was hooked. During the battle, all we could say was, "Oh My God It's Huge....Oh My God It's Barely Hooked....Oh My God It's Huge." Needless to say, the battle was intense and it just couldn't be put in the net so quickly, within seconds we were both shaking and the fish was free as a bird. Oh my god was it close and big. It would have been the second 50+ incher of the day, but instead it will only be stuck in Theo's memory. Sorry Karen (Theo's wife), but I don't think you will be seeing your hubby too often the next few evenings. If that man wasn't addicted before, that fish just did it to him. We wrapped it up a few minutes later as darkness fell, and I'm sure Theo spent a few hours staring at the ceiling wondering what might have been. I think I speak for us both when I say that it was a good time on the water. Thanks Buddy! Until Next time Y'all, Keep on Livin the Muskie Dream!