A Friendly Reminder...

It's a crazy world we live in.  Sometimes too hectic for our own good.  I am as guilty as the next guy when it comes to forgetting about what matters most to me and making time for everyone.  Sometimes there just isn't enough hours in the day, or days in the week.  There's nothing we can do about that, but I do know one thing for sure, we are positioned to make a difference.  One of my biggest passions in this world is to share my pleasures with the youth of our sports.  Taking kids out on the water or in the field can be one of the most rewarding pleasures we get to experience.  I only bring this up, because sometimes it is easy to forget, or get caught up in "my next big fish," or "when can I get out again."  It's very easy to forget about those unable to experience these joys on their own. 

A few days back I was reminded of this when I had a very good client named Pete, and his son Danny out on the water.  Danny is 8, but if you ask him, he'll say he's almost 9.  While our mission was to land a big muskie, I found it more of an initiative on my part to make sure Danny had a great experience.  The fish would be the bonus on this trip.  Danny was a great steward at such a young age, and listened to my every word.  He was new to muskie fishing, but you could tell that he was ready for the challenge.  He worked on his figure 8 at the boat, and understood what was right and wrong.  It was just neat to watch him learn and improve.  After a short while, he soon found a beast of a muskie boatside ready to eat his lure.  The action proved too much for the beginner, and the fish didn't come in the boat, but that wasn't the point.  Just the fact that he put all the pieces together to have the trophy encounter made everything what it was.  A 35 pound fish flaring its gills on a lure at the boat will get anybody excited, and for Danny, it was beyond excitement.  His level of confidence went through the roof.  He began talking at a much faster pace, and you could see how things clicked for him about what just happened.  A short while later we were faced with another similar situation, and before our evening was through, a large bass exploded on his topwater lure.  Not the muskie we were searching for, but I can assure you the excitement was beyond words for this lucky angler.  What I thought was an excited fisherman was now on a whole new level.  A level that his dad informed me a few days later had made him want to fish again the very next day. 

I was lucky to have this opportunity to teach and share in the muskie joys.  Danny was lucky to have a great father to bring him with.  For me, this was just a friendly reminder about how easy it is to grow our sport and pass it down to generations.  A few hours on the water has likely changed this young fisherman's outlook on fishing, and assured us that our passions are going to continue.  It also reminds me that I should make a little more free time for some other anglers that I have been forgetting to take out.  I won't let it happen again, I hope you don't either!  Until the next time the muskie strikes, keep on livin' the dream!

Fall is in the air...

Bob's first muskie of the morning just before the rain came in.Ahh yes, fall is in the air.  I can smell change, and it sure smells good.  For the last few weeks we have had one of the warmest Septembers that I can remember.  The weather gal named Belinda said it's one of the warmest on record.  Well, that's all behind us now.  As I sit at the computer I look out the window and the trees are blowing over sideways.  Gusting north winds are finally making fall a reality.  Jackpot!

As I look back at one of the weirdest muskie seasons in my young memory, I only have to wonder what lies ahead.  Fishing has been good, then great, then poor, and back to good again.  All in a matter of a few months.  Now that my favorite time of the year is here, I can only speculate how it will all unfold before the ice forms.  I'm thinking big things, but first I will fill you in on what has been happening lately, and what I anticipate to come.

Our lakes are packed with muskie nuts.  Packed to the point that the fish have actually stopped following a muskie lure to the boat out of sheer curiosity.  The fish that we have been seeing are the ones that end up in the net.  This means that we have really had to pay attention to every detail.  If we get a fish to follow to the boat, odds are it will eat.  The figure 8 has never been so important.  It seems that the days when a muskie would strike 30 yards from the boat are almost gone, and every year the details become more critical.  If you take a nap for even one cast, your chances of converting the fish almost drop to nil.  However, if you master the art of the 8 and are always ready, the rewards have been great.  While this may sound bad, it really isn't.  Bob's 2nd muskie came shortly after when the rain started. Bob capitalized on the window of activity for his nice double!Once you are able to accept the mindset that you aren't likely to see 30 fish each trip, you can get ready for the few sightings, because they almost always seem to convert into a strike.  And I've got to be honest, it's been fun watching my clients tangle with the toothy critters at boatside.

While it is very clear that the pressure on our lakes have had an impact, there are a couple of positives to look forward to.  The fish still have to eat, which means that if you are in "fishy" areas during their feeding windows, you will still be taking the trophy pictures.  Also, we really have some big fish on the prowl in our waters.  Our lakes are at a peak right now, which means that the chances of a 50 inch caliber fish are out there on every cast. 

While the weather turns to fall before our eyes, I anticipate much of the same from the fish.  I'm looking for short feeding windows to be the norm 'til ice up, few follows, more takers, and extremely large rewards.  I'm sure some days will be better than others, but hey, that's muskie fishing, especially in the fall.  And, I'm anticipating a new state record in my boat as I once again start my "quest for the one!"  I hope you stick with us as it all unfolds.  Until the big one strikes again, keep on livin' the dream!

Upcoming Tournament....Do You Want More Fish?

Muskie fishing is an addiction, its as simple as that.  Our sport is unique, exciting, passionate, addictive, and more importantly, it is growing.  Growing at a rate that is alarmingly cool.  If you've fished a muskie lake in Minnesota the last couple of years, then obviously you know what I'm talking about.  It is hard to look across any muskie pond without seeing a boat with guys standing up casting huge lures.  We are everywhere!  While this is awesome stuff, it's important to remember where it all came from, and what we can do to protect our resource.

Coming up on Saturday October 3, one of the most instrumental fisherman to our sport is being honored and celebrated by another instrumental muskie supporting organization.  I know that sounded like a lot of instrumental talk, but in reality, Muskies Inc. has really done a lot to give us the opportunities that we have to fish muskies in the metro area of our state.  Not only that, but they are having a fishing tournament to honor the legendary muskie angler named George Wahl who was an important part in bringing our favorite fish to our lakes.  This tournament is two-fold.  To remember and honor the legacy of George Wahl, and to continue the stocking efforts of our local lakes.  Yep, that's right.  The more people that fish this tournament, the more money is raised for local stocking efforts in our favorite muskie lakes.  It seems simple right?  Well Muskies Inc. needs our support to make it a success.  All we have to do is sign up to fish in the tournament.  All the money, that's right, 100% of our entry fee of $50 will go to stocking muskies in our metro lakes.  Once you are signed up, you will be able to choose between the top 12 muskie lakes in the metro, and there are $5,000 worth of prizes to win.  Catch a muskie, win a prize and put more muskies in our lakes!  Hmmm.... that sounds like a good day to me!

I know this might have sounded like a bit of an advertisement to you, but this is one of the few opportunities that we get as "muskie nuts" to help our own cause.  Plus I think it will be a fun day on the water.  Click here if you would like to learn more about the upcoming event.  Until then, fish on fellow muskie freaks!

North Country Muskies...

First off, I want to give you all a great big thank you for your kind words and encouragement as of late.  Some incredible things have been happening on the water, and the responses I've received from so many of you have really hit home.  It is for that very reason that I really enjoy what I do, and makes me continue to strive for greatness.  You all know who you are, and thank you so much!

Now on to the latest and greatest!  This past weekend I strapped up the boat and headed north.  I was invited to a wedding for two of my favorite people on earth.  Congratulations to Nick and Bryna the newlyweds!  With the wedding coming to an end on Saturday and having another day and a half to spare, two of my college friends, Noah Wendorf and his wife Michelle, decided that we would use that time to fish.  It was a great time on the water to say the least, and one that I won't soon forget.

Our goal was to learn a new lake and to obviously catch some fish.  Combined, Noah and I had about 3 hours of fishing on the lake in our lifetimes, so it was basically starting from scratch.  Right along on the journey was his wife Michelle, bringing her newfound passion for the muskellunge.  One of the coolest parts of the growing sport of musky fishing, is seeing the amount of women getting involved.  You could just see the passion that she had, and wanted that muskie encounter as much, if not more than the rest of us.  It was very cool.

Sunday morning we were on a search and destroy mission to locate fish and come up with a pattern.  It took about 10 casts to find the first fish of the day, but that would only lead into the rest of what we would experience.  That fish came unhooked, and so did the rest.  In fact, it was extremely good fishing, but left us with nothing each and every time we had a strike.  We fished Sunday morning and then came back out for the evening/night bite.  By the time our day came to a close, we had in the neighborhood of 20 plus encounters and several lost hook-ups.  It was cool, but actually quite disheartening that they all managed to get away.  Joining us throughout the day was Ryan and the newlywed Nick to experience some of the action we had.  Just a perfect day on the water, minus the fish of course.

Monday we were bound and determined.  We had found way to many active fish to go home empty handed.  We hit the water early and we had the muskie mojo going immediately.  This proved to be a good thing, and resulted in our first fish of the day.  Not huge, but a great feeling after being defeated so many times.  After a few more missed opportunities, our time was running out.  We were limited to a couple of quick hours on the water to allow for travel, but before we had to leave, we wanted to return to what we called "the pod" for one last shot at the big ones.  Wouldn't you know it, the muskie God's were shining down on us, and our last cast of the day produced a beast of a fish.  Noah had his second of the day, and all the work we put into learning that new lake will forever be remembered as an extreme success.  Its always great to experiment on new waters, and that feeling of success is all the more sweet once you put it all together.  The three of us shared this excitement at the end of our trip, and will likely go down as one of my favorites of the entire 2009 season.  I want to give a shout out to Noah, Michelle, Ryan, Jen, Nick and Bryna for a wonderful weekend.  From the muskie filled waters of the north country, keep on livin' the dream!

The Legend Grows...

Last night was one of the most incredible experiences that I have ever had chasing the big fish.  I've certainly been blessed with a lot of them over the years, but as I sit down to write this journal update, I'm still slightly speechless.  I will do my best to explain what happened last night, and why it was so incredible.  I hope that you can enjoy!

It all started around 5 pm.  Cody Meyers and his workmate Chris met me at the launch.  Cody has fished muskies a couple of times in his life, and wanted nothing more than to top his person best which was a 44 incher.  Chris on the other hand resides in Michigan, and although they have some famed waters up there, he has never targeted them before.  Without us knowing what was in store for the night, we set sail with high hopes and a good attitude.  You see, there was a certain glowing ball that was soon to rise in the eastern sky, and this typically means that "big things" can happen.

To be honest, our evening was quite uneventful.  I got them all jacked up with the presence of the rising moon, and as I watched it come over the horizon, nothing happened.  Actually a few hours passed without much of anything.  In shock, I just kept encouraging the eager fisherman, and they remained about as positive as anyone ever could be.  I kept reminding them that just one cast will change the entire outlook of this evening.  The moon rose higher and higher, and the brightness of the sun finally faded to darkness.  At that point we had only two miserable and lackluster attempts from the muskellunge. 

As we talked about the lack of action, we switched locations and drove to the other end of the lake.  I was not about to let these enthusiastic anglers leave with nothing, and we went to some of my old favorite haunts.  Finally we found some active fish.  The only problem was that they were just following the lure in the bright moonlight.  It was a morale booster for the three of us to see some fish, and probably a good prelude to what was about to take place.  As we drove up to a small little honey hole, I joked to Cody and Chris that this is only a big fish spot.  I explained that I have only caught about a 10 fish on it in the last several years, but that 7 of them were over 50 inches.

At that point, we would have taken anything, but the fish that grabbed Cody's bait out of the moonlit waters was so large that it will forever be labeled as "The Legend."  A battle ensued that was out of this world, I quickly put the fish in the net, and screams could have been heard from across the entire lake.  Cody had just landed the trophy of a lifetime, and just happened to be the largest fish I have landed in that lake.  She was a giant, and came up just short of hitting that elusive 55 inch mark. 

This is where the story gets even better.  Not only was the fish incredibly huge and girthy, but as I held her tail for the release, I also noticed a significant mark on her fin.  As it turns out, I successfully released that fish in 2004 and again in 2006.  The first time she, "The Legend," was 51 inches, and the second time she was 52.5.  All three times this fish was caught within inches of the same spot, and all three times she fell victim to the same lure.  Talk about irony.  I had no idea that this fish was still alive, but boy am I glad that she is.  This fish of a lifetime now quoted as "The Legend," will forever remain as one of my greatest accomplishments for me as a muskie guide.  Boy will it be exciting if she decides to show up for one more battle!

Congratulations goes out to Cody Meyers for landing the trophy of many lifetimes!  Thank you for the unbelievable night on the water.  Until the the next time the legend strikes, keep on livin' the dream!