In Pursuit of the Big 50
|Not a 50 inch fish.|
So how close have I came to that magic number? 42 inches, or as my brain reminds me, 8 inches to short. That is the best I have done. Day in and day out casting has only gotten me to 42 inches. Now some would say what a great accomplishment. I mean it took me a year and half to just catch my first musky. I should be proud of myself...nope. I have caught big bass, monster catfish, trophy panfish, hell I caught a shark. Don't get me wrong that shark was awesome. It was 72 inches and fought like a beast, but it wasn't a 50 inch musky.
Why do I want one so bad? No idea; except everybody I know wants the same thing, so now I do too. With one caveat, it has to be from shore. I want to be able to say that I got it without a boat. So what do I have against boats? Nothing, I love fishing from boats. Buddies boats, charter boats, boats I have owned, even my canoe and kayak are fun to fish from. But my 50 incher is gonna come from shore. A specific shore, Madison's Lake Monona. I know they are in that lake, I have seen them. In other peoples photos, other peoples nets, other peoples fishing tales. They haunt me in my sleep, they torment my mind, and they have followed my lures. I will get one; it is gonna happen, it just hasn't happened yet.