When a musky gets really big she gets a name.
It’s funny how musky fishing is. It’s far from fair. Just because you do everything right from preparation to execution doesn’t earn you any right to success.
Kent and I have worked hard for every musky this year and our day last week was no exception. Kent bulldawged up this pretty little one early in the day and the only other contact we had was a musky that came in on my Big Mama and tried to bite it but wasn’t even big enough to get her teeth around it. The bad attitude starts early in muskies.
After paying dues for the rest of the day and throwing the final casts of the evening we landed a lure on top of this fish in the dark. From the time of the reaction strike off in the dark distance you knew she was big.
Netting a big musky is always the most risky part of the fight. Doing it in the dim light of the moon makes it more so. I had a heart stopping moment when I put this girl in the net and she rolled back out the first time. Normally the hooks would get stuck in the Frabill and it would be game over. We got lucky and Rosie gets a name.
Why Rosie? Because I’m going to ACDC tomorrow night here in Ottawa and this fish was indeed A Whole Lotta Rosie. A rock and roll musky if ever there was one!
Congratulations Kent and thanks for sharing the mayhem.
live in possibility,
John M. Anderson
We produce BIG fish!!
be good, do good, live well
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