Fish of 10,000 casts wins again

With a couple of days off this week, I headed for northern Wisconsin and continued on my quest for a musky. I replaced the 4-weight rods littering my truck with a 10 weight, tossed in the musky flies I had tied, and employed the services of a couple top-notch musky hunters. My first stop was in St. Germain where I met up with my buddy Greg. The weather had taken a definite turn for the worse with northwest winds howling at 20 miles per hour and crystal clear blue skies ushered in on the heels of a cold front. We fought the conditions for four hours on a nearby lake and never moved a fish. The next day the winds had died down and the temperatures had warmed up to 70 degrees (still not ideal conditions for my chosen prey).  I managed to get two follows, one from a fish in the upper 40-inch class, and soaked in the peaking fall colors. By now, my casting arm was sore and my hand was covered with blisters from tossing the big rod and flies. Day Three brought more sunny skies and warmer temperatures. I met up with Bob in Hurley and we fished a nearby flowage in the morning and lake in the afternoon.  Neither of us moved a fish. The bad news is that, after three days, the fish of 10,000 casts had won again. The good news? I have an excuse to try again when my schedule allows.