My first musky follow occurred during a club outing on Mille Lacs with my dad when I was six years old.
We were working Garrison Bay and my dad had just boated a mid 40-inch musky. On my second or third cast afterward I noticed something following my lure — coming in hot.
Overwhelmed by the size of the beast I pulled my lure from the water only to have my dad yell “What are you doing? Figure-8!” I remember that fish lying there, looking around, probably wondering where its lunch had gone. Once my knees stopped shaking and my heartbeat returned to normal, we discussed what to do next time and how to perform a good figure-8. I talked about that musky for the rest of the day and that was the moment I caught musky fever.
You can read up to 3 premium stories before you subscribe to Magzter GOLD
Log in, if you are already a subscriber
Get unlimited access to thousands of curated premium stories, newspapers and 5,000+ magazines
READ THE ENTIRE ISSUE