Hi I'm Dave and I'm an ex-blogger. Erik (with a "K") my brah has asked me to contribute. I used to run The Happy Trout Chronicles but have since moved on to other projects, not to mention, blogging is oh so 2012... kidding.
So since this is a fishing blog, I will throw down some pics and words from a recent trip. The theme of the trip was musky, as is the hottest theme in flyfishing these days anyway. I won't ramble on on how I've been chasing "toothy critters" or "big toothies" (or any of the other "toothy" related monikers given to our old pal Esox and his slimy half breed cousins for that matter) for the last ten years, or refer to muskies as the "fish-of-ten-thousand-casts" but, hey I just did, so there.
I didn't invent this game, and I suck at as much as the next guy, his brother and everyone else who claims to know jack about this fish and getting them on flies. However, the name of the game has been and always will be, spend time on the water, throw all day, try new retrieves, rivers, lakes and swamps, not to mention the guys throwing hardware will always outfish you. Follow those guys around, you will learn more form them than most flyfishers in the know about musky.
But I can't lie. I've caught a few, had loads of follows, and well, just yesterday, I got my ass handed to me and the middle fin from a pure bred 45" plus. (No, I didn't get a chance to measure it, but I need some level of BS factor here).
Big is Big.
There is a GoPro video (so vogue with musky fishing, I might add; a must-have.) that will surface soon of my hookup, short brawl, and ultimately the loss of this intrepid beast. Followed by a grand performance temper tantrum of child-like proportions, profanities, angry looks and gestures not commonly seen on serene hallowed fly fishing waters. I possess a life full of prideful moments.
We did not however get totally blanked. One of our pardners, we'll call him "T-boner" plays the persistence game. This kid is no-lie the most optimistic and positive kid I have ever met. Even when conditions swing in the worst of favor, his line is still out there, he believes that on his next cast, it WILL happen. And guess what, it does. It was fun fishing with him.
Throwing musky flies, he caught a really slammer brown trout. On the decks of the "SS Sweater Musky", where a measure stick is always present, this fish tallied up at 21". Maybe even a smidge more, but I'll leave it there.
T-boner then proceeds to get a really nice smallmouth just before the takeout. Everyone else committed to beers and a boat ride near the end, but not this kid. He continued to get it done.
It was good times, I was happy to be there, with Ludwig, T-boner, Double B, getting a few more casts in before it gets nasty. BOOM! I'm out.