The Big Skunk...Kindof...
Travis Frank
Last night Young Ben and I decided to brave the wind and head out in the 95 degree heat. Not certain if that was a good decision or not, but like I said yesterday, I was not about to wait around for the wind to die. Ben and I got to chatting, and decided to head to areas that we don't typically fish. We both wanted to spend time learning new water. I figured we would catch a few or learn something along the way, and then head to the proven areas to add to our walleye total. Boy was I wrong! We worked our tails off bucking the wind, and came up empty handed. After finding zero walleyes on the new waters I decided to try some proven turf. Again we found nothing. Pretty soon I was scrambling back and forth on all of my best spots. Still nothing! By the time the sun had set I realized that I was just playing stupid mind games with myself and decided to stop chasing all over the lake, and call it a night. As we pulled in Ben just started laughing at me. I was so jacked up to hit the water last night, and so convinced that we would do really well. I couldn't figure it out and got skunked. Ben chuckled and said, "you know I'm not going to let you forget this." I had to laugh even more when he also said that he did the best because he caught the closest thing to a walleye. A perch! Thats right, a teeny tiny perch! I managed a few descent bass and my first muskie of the season, and he feels he did better with a perch! haha, I guess I deserved that. The muskie was a good battle on the light line, and the bass gave us some action, so I like to think of it as a fun learning experience. Even though it counts as a skunk. From the hurricane blown shores of Waconia, keep on Livin' the Dream!