1.) a period of ten years
The old cliche of "time flies" is an understatement, it is hard to believe that I have been taking beatings from Musky for that long but I have to say every time I hit the water I am still as enthusiastic as day one. With my tenth season of pursuing the gnarly Esox known as Musky upon me I began to think of ways that I could commemorate this important event in my life. After having a long wet winter and spring to dream and fuel the ambitions for the upcoming season I have set 3 goals to accomplish. One of those goals is to land all three subspecies of Musky (the Ohio, my home subsp., the Northern, and the Great Lakes). After that the mission was to convince my amazing wife, Lia, that we needed to take a trip to northern Wisconsin (for the northern sub.) which turned out surprisingly easy (thanks in part to the Wild on the Fly episode featuring the area, she is a sucker for biscuits & gravy). Next thing I know we were Wisco bound.
To say the trip was amazing would be an understatement. The Musky Country Group: Brad, Brian, Willhelm (I probably did not spell it right), and Eric were all extremely helpful, whether it was some where to eat or turning us on to some marvelous Brookie fishing in the area.