I hit the pillow last night with a plan to fish a lake that has few muskies but big muskies. Granny and I were skunked here back in July but because it’s my birthday today, I felt the fish gods would deliver. But that’s not the way fly fishing works and I should know that by now. Especially at this ripe new age.
Nonetheless, the ingredients for a great birthday that can be controlled, were. We are camping and we got up early and enjoyed coffee. Today may have been the last coffee from our Yeti chairs of the year because of cold temperatures coming soon. There was cloud cover but no wind. Just colorful leaves gently falling from the trees. It’s a majestic way to start any day.
After coffee we drove to our lake but before we launched the boat Granny made some killer breakfast sandwiches. Once those were devoured we dropped the Blue Bathtub and went. Granny rowed most of the time while I hucked my 9-weight and some big flies. I fished hard for three hours. Floating line. Sinking line. Deep. Shallow over weeds. I tried everything but didn’t see a musky. That’s musky fishing.
I always fish on my birthday and some years are more productive than others. Today was a rare blank. But I have no complaints. I was out doing what I love with my lady. Now its time to head to Anglers for dinner and playoff baseball!
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