Fishing Stories and Tall Tales

[MuskieBait]

I don't think I've told the "Glasses" story yet...so here goes.

It was SOMEONE's first time fishing for muskies. We had arranged a beautiful weekend to get on the water. I was leading the expedition trying to get my friend Kazu and SOMEONE on their first muskie.

It was the first morning of fishing. We started at around 7am and slowly explored our little gem. After seeing a couple of follows, everyone was hopeful and excited.

We arrived at this sloping shoreline that had a dock, a small weed flat and a steep drop into really deep water. It was ideal muskie habitat. As I retrieved my second cast, I felt a thud during mid retrieve, and as the lure came close to the canoe, I could see a muskie followed my lure in. I put the lure into a Figure 8, but as the muskie saw us, it went back onto the weed flat.

Just then SOMEONE was so excited about the muskie that he fired a cast, without looking, toward the weed flat. As he was doing so, I felt something smacked the side of my head really hard. I didn't know what had happened yet...and when I came back to my senses, I noticed that my vision was a bit blurry. Did the object that just hit me knocked my brain enough to cause blurry vision?

When you wear glasses, a sudden loss of sharpness is often responded with a subconscious response to adjust the glasses. So my left hand went to adjust my glasses, only to find that it wasn't there. Huh?

Finally, we figured out what had happened.

SOMEONE had made a hasty and errant cast with his #5 Mepps spinner. During the forward swing of the rod, the lure had struck the side of my head and the treble hook had latched onto the arm of my glasses. Everything happened so fast that I did not even feel the glasses being ripped off my face...nor did I see the resulting ka-plunk of my glasses into oblivion.

Despite some admirable searching, SOMEONE was not able to retrieve my glasses from the depths. At least we found out that just a couple of feet under the warm surface, the water was freezing cold.

I usually wear a leash on my glasses for this exact reason. Was it a coincidence that the only time I forgot to bring my leash was the only time I've lost my glasses?

To this day, that location was named "Glasses"...and we've not seen a muskie sitting in that spot since.