Chippewa Flowage Musky Fishing Continued…
Previously in the first post, Moondog and I had just met up with my brother on the famous musky waters of the Chippewa Flowage. T-Whomper had one rollover a bucktail, but that has been it. For more details, click here.
I’ve Got a Feeling
We break up and start casting on a nearby shoreline, on the shady side. First cast with a firetiger Shallow Invader gets a strike after the third crank of the reel. I grunt to Moondog, “Fish, Fish!” Before he can grab the net, the fish let go of my bait.
We radio to my brother that we had a fish hit. I grab a cheekful of seeds and wing another cast in different direction. Moondog has been a little slow with the trolling motor, so I have time to toss a cast back where I had the hit, thinking I might have a chance.
“Fish, Fish!” I grunt again. “Muskie!” as the fish broaches the surfaces. A few jumps and some quick network get a 34.5” beauty into the boat. We snap some pics and exchange high-fives. The muskie ripped the soft-plastic tail off the bait, and we get loaned an identical bait from my brother’s boat.
A stop in the action that lasted for an hour or so, and showed signs of some rainclouds on the horizon. Knowing we didn’t have much time, we radioed to let the boys know we are moving closer to the boat landing. Moondog had one more spot to try before we headed in.
A small island with weeds all around it and a storm moving in fast, our time was limited before we have to leave. Third cast with the backup firetiger Shallow Invader, and it gets right in the action. As I reeled it close to the boat for the first turn of the figure-8, a big pike decided to come out of nowhere to crush it.
I clicked the bail open and thumb dragged it with a 30 second fight into the net. I was looking at the largest Northern Pike I’d ever caught. A quick measure showed 35.75”, but I’m thinking I could’ve pinched the tail for an even 36”.
The rain began to fall hard, like it was being shot out of a gun, and thunder was rolling, so we got out of there before things got too hairy.
Pulling into the landing, we noticed a bunch of emergency vehicles-an ambulance, fireman’s pickup, and dive and rescue vehicles sitting at the landing. We received word that there was a drowning while we were out there.
With perspective taking over during the hour drive home, I am thankful that we were able to come back safely, one more time, just like the time before, and the time before that. I’ll never take for granted: a fishing trip that I get skunked on, or a trip when the ‘fish weren’t biting’. The blessing isn’t catching fish. The blessing is having a safe trip and sharing your stories with family and friends.
My name is Brad Bolton, a husband and father of four. I live in Minnesota and I enjoy spending time in the outdoors and also spending time with my family. If there is water nearby, I want to fish it.