Note: This is a long story, so I’m gonna break it up into chapters.
I met this guy way up in Northern Wisconsin, Gregg Johnson, and he offered to show me how to fish for musky.
A musky is kind of like a pike in that it’s long and has teeth, but for some reason catching one is really rare – they’re sort of like a unicorn.
A really ugly, angry unicorn with pointy badger teeth.
Gregg has this crazy technique where you take a gigantic lure, throw it at the shore, and then reel back as fast as you can.
Honestly, I thought he might not be…entirely correct.
“They say you only get a musky strike every 10,000 casts.” he says.
See?
Crazy.
On the 2nd to last day of our trip, I was out not catching any walleye when I looked in my tackle box.
Why, I had a gigantic lure in there – a thing called an “AC Plug” that my Dad had given me years ago.
Ah hell, why not?
I put it on my pole and threw it at the shore, and reeled back as fast as I could.
On the third cast, I threw it just past this beaver dam, next to some logs that had fallen into the lake.
The second the AC Plug hit the water, a torpedo shot all the way across the cove.
Don’t know how big that cove was, but the torpedo went about a hundred feet in oh… a second.
My pole started to jerk.
I didn’t know it yet, but a musky had just hit my lure.
I set the hook.
Next: Tourette's and the big fight. (There will be bad language, by the way)
