I love fishing. You put that line in the water and you don't know what's on the other end. Your imagination is under there. ~Robert AltmanLast summer my two son in laws and I booked a chartered fishing boat on Lake St. Clair that connects Lake Huron with the Detroit River. The shallow lake with an average depth of about twenty feet is noted for some good fishing including the musky which is the largest member of the pike family. Its name comes from the Ojibwe word maashkinoozle meaning ugly pike. The French derivation is masque allonge. Musky are ambush predators with an elongated body. They range from 2-5 feet in length and can weigh up to 66 pounds.
The charter knew how to troll for this sleek marauder, what lure and tackle to use. For us inexperienced anglers it was a pleasure to enjoy the lake and wait for the strike. Then there was an exhilerating adrenalin rush to fight the fish and the rod to bring it into the net. For someone whose closest fish was about five times smaller than the one I caught, it was one of those thrills of a lifetime. Of course, the most cherished memory is that I could enjoy the day with these two adventurers.
This is my entry adapted from an earlier post to Magpie Tale #15, a weekly themed writing site. Thanks, Willow.
Most of us probably have at least one vivid fishing memory...
