It's a tough day when a guy has to sit down and think about what he wants to pursue. Should I grab a few minnows and chase a walleye dinner, or do I go for a fat muskie? Do I don a camo pattern and sit in a tree with my bow, or should I grab a shotgun and try to knock something out of the air? It's a tough choice. Luckily, I can't lose. No matter the final decision, I'm a winner either way. Fall is in the air. If you love the outdoors, there is no better time than right now.
I just so happen to be one of those crazy outdoor fools. It's no secret that I have a passion for muskies. It consumes most every minute of my life. I'm an addict no doubt, but I do love a few other things too. Last week I snuck out with my dad and fishin' buddies for a fresh walleye dinner. My first cast rewarded me with a nice 26 incher. Too large to eat, but it wasn't the only catch and my belly was soon full.
Prior to my walleye outing I shared a shotgun experience with longtime hunting partner Sean Bailey. Dove's were our target and we were dialed in. The morning flight brought hot barrels to our shotguns and before we knew it, we had a limit of tasty birds on the ground. My first hunting experience of the year couldn't have gone any better. The limit of birds was one thing. Sipping a hot cup of coffee in the field with a great hunting companion is another. In my world, it doesn't get any better!
Does my arrow fly true? I won't claim Robin Hood status, but after the past few weeks, I am once again confident in my skills. Sure the mosquitos are out, but the elevation keeps most of them away. Putting myself in a position to outsmart a whitetail brings a rush that is unexplainable. I was reminded about this rush when the first of 4 deer walked under my stand last night. If I wasn't ready for hunting season before, I sure am now.
With each fall day a new story is made. Thanks to my life on the water, I get to share many of them with others. There is no such thing as a bad day of fishing. However, sharing in the experience isn't always a good thing for others. Such is the case with Jeff. A fisherman that has no choice but to admit to his family that he is addicted to chasing muskies. This past friday marked our third trip of the year. Lucky for me, he is now three for three! What he doesn't know is that this feeling of excitement never goes away. This addiction has only just begun. This addiction and all the rest that come with it remind me why I am blessed to live in the land of 10,000 lakes. Fall is in the air. Are you making the most of it? It will be gone before we know it. Until next time, keep livin' the dream!