Other People’s Big Fish
Posted on March 12th, 2008
Stefan left a comment that reminded me of when he caught this 6 1/2 pound largemouth. I was on hand to take the picture.
Which reminded me that when Mike caught his giant striper, I was on hand to take his picture.
And when Crispin caught this 52-inch, 44-pound muskie on an 8-weight, I was in a nearby boat stripping in a 20-inch pike. (His brother took the photo.)
Not pictured: When Rob battled a 36-inch northern on a 5-weight, and I was on hand to paddle the canoe so he could chase it.
All I can say is, I really enjoyed watching you guys fight and land these big fish. I’m not jealous at all. Really.
So how big was the striper?
The striper was 44″ long and 30 pounds. Mike also caught the second biggest striper that day, but I’m not recording that one for posterity.
So if Pete ever asks any of you guys to fish, just say yes. He’s growing into a hell of a photographer…
I would have had a hell of a shot of your 50-pound cobia, too, if we hadn’t lost him at the boat. That sucked.
Now those are some really cool fish.
I have never caught or even hooked a musky. I have however seen some huge ones.
I was in Ontario at a friends cottage and early one morning I was just sitting on their dock having a smoke and a coffee. The water was a flat as glass and as clear as drinking water.
I thought I saw something just about 10 or 15 off the dock so I stood up to get a better look. There were three musky swimming past so slow I could almost count their scales.
There were a few rods in the boat right be side me so I grabbed on that had a big lure on it and started casting in front of them.
I am sure at one point I even hit one but they didn’t change direction and they didn’t stop. I couldn’t even scare them.
All this happened in just a couple of minutes. I kept following them as they moved along until they were out of site but couldn’t get the slightest interest.
Of course when I went back into the cottage and told them they asked me what I was smoking.
That muskie still lives in the same bay, but has never followed a fly again. She’ll come darting out of the weeds to try and whack a small pike as you bring it to the boat. Cool to watch.
Nice fish!
Great Blog!