{"id":380,"date":"2021-03-07T23:24:14","date_gmt":"2021-03-07T23:24:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/anglerspath.com\/?p=380"},"modified":"2021-03-07T23:24:14","modified_gmt":"2021-03-07T23:24:14","slug":"the-musky-mayhem-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/anglerspath.com\/index.php\/2021\/03\/07\/the-musky-mayhem-day\/","title":{"rendered":"The Musky Mayhem Day"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Emboldened after my surprise musky encounters this year, I decided to end the season where it all started, right on the banks of the Wisconsin River. I arrived kind of late around 12:30 PM. It was a nice warm day for November with partly cloudy sky. I decided to start slow and before throwing heavy I pulled out my light trout spinning rod with a jig and plastic hoping maybe for nice fall walleye. Big mistake! As I slowly worked the jig through a weedy spot, suddenly there was a “strange” log following it; a log with fins that is. Although back then I thought it to be “huge” right now I think it probably was upper 30’s-40inch musky. The fish only lazily followed my jig and then disappeared back in the weeds. After I fought off the initial shock, I grabbed my proper musky gear and proceeded to churn the brown stained waters of the Wisconsin River for the next few hours without any effect.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It started to get dark, and then right there half an hour before sunset they started to bite. First one was a upper 20 little ski, he hit my lure right when I was about to pull it out of the water and then unhooked itself equally fast when I got him to the shore. Undeterred I made another cast close to the bushes and after few twitches bam!! This time the fish felt a lot bigger, turned out to be a nice mid 30’s ski. I switched to my orange Rapala subwalk and threw it to the shallow creek mouth and got slammed almost immediately. This ski was a little smaller probably pushing upper 20’s, close to 30″. I switched again to my Dorado glider and proceed to catch 2 more small muskies before it got dark. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

All that action happened in about half an hour. Looking at it right now I realize that I just got really lucky and utilized the narrow feeding window. Even though all those muskies were small, with only two being around 30″, I still felt like Julius Ceasar coming back from his conquests during my drive back home. Catching 5 of those elusive bastards in such a short time period is a rarity and honestly has not happened to me ever since. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now I wish I could tell you that I did not get lucky that day but I was really that good and since then I became a musky god that catches 50 inchers on every outing. Unfortunately every honeymoon ends, and in the seasons that followed I was humbled many times with the dreaded smell of a musky skunk or one missed strike after whole weekend of chucking brick sized lures, or even worse seeing my friends standing next to my getting bites and follows while I was being blatantly ignored despite changing the lures like madman. Muskies, I love them and I hate them at the same time…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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