Big Bad Ugly Boys!

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And when I say big bad ugly boys, I am NOT referring to wrestlers,

Nor to defensive linemen,

Nor even to Fisherhubby and his buddy Mark.

I am, instead, referring to Muskies. Those big, bad, ugly boys of North American fresh waters.

To some, and by some I mean freshwater anglers, they are the exalted prize. They are often referred to as the "fish of a thousand casts," so called for their elusive nature. There are fishermen who have spent a lifetime in pursuit of one, and been rebuffed every time.

Fisherhubby is NOT one of those. On his very first serious attempt to find a Musky, he bagged two. I've lost count since then of how many he has pulled out of deep cold waters.

On his last fishing trip he was fishing for bass, using six pound fluorocarbon test line, a 1.0 circle hook, and a five inch black Senko. (That info is PRECISELY for you, LEIGH!)


Imagine his joy and surprise when he pulled in this 37 inch, 10 or 11 pound Musky!!!

Oh, but wait - - - the day wasn't yet over!!! Three or four hours later, several degrees warmer, and in a totally different part of the lake he pulled out this:


A 42 inch, 17 to 18 pounder. With only 6 pound test line, and the big bad ugly JUMPING OUT OF THE WATER TWICE during the fray, Fisherhubby thought the line would break and all would be lost.

Buddy Mark was his cheerleader shouting, "Stay with it! You can do it!"

After a fierce 15 to 20 minute battle, the Musky King was the victor.

Buddy Mark was the true hero, for he remained positive and encouraging through the entire day in spite of catching NADA in the Musky department himself.

And if you wonder why I call them the BIG BAD UGLY BOYS, just take a peek at this:

The Big Bad Ugly 42 inch Boy in his natural habitat.

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I only wish you could see his mouth full of sharp teeth.

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