I was literally cleaning the boat and adjusting my Simms tackle bag from our Wisconsin season to get it ready for a trip to Baja this week. When I reeled in yesterday I was 99% sure I was done with local fishing. I had a few big musky flies laying out and Granny walks over and asks if we could go toss a couple this afternoon.
As you can imagine, it was a tough decision for me. Ten minutes later the boat was hooked up and ready to go. Before we left Granny asked me to latch the big black fly to our SA Absolute Predator Leader.
But we couldn’t go far. I truly am headed for Baja and I have plenty to do in preparations for the trip as well as some upcoming trips. Heck, our yard hasn’t been fully wintered yet. With the limited time we visited a nearby lake.
Granny has learned to huck the big stuff this summer. She could always do it but for lengthy periods has been a challenge. Especially since she totaled her shoulder falling off a fence in Baja a few years ago. I rowed and she worked the shoreline meticulously. Though we haven’t caught a musky on this lake we’ve seen a few. But to no avail. Two hours of working that giant black musky fly and not even a follow.
We were about 15 minutes of rowing from returning to the boat ramp when Granny wanted to take the oars. Her musky 2023 quest was done. And why not fatigue my shoulder just a little more before chasing the big fish of Baja? Obviously I’d have been very happy to stick one more musky this year, but as usual it were the pike that were the contenders.
Decal from Musky Fools, WI
It’s been an amazing year on our new local waters. I keep saying “new” because it was only our second summer here in Northern Wisconsin after 34 years in the Yellowstone Country. Regardless, it was a magnificent season meeting new friends, exploring waters and catching plenty of great fish!
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