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Enjoyed this Brad and good to see you did get that chance afterall this season to get there. Speckie fishing sounds very good and I'm sure we're going to hear more about it next spring. Ti'll then, good health.

That was short and sweet with tonnes of meat. Some solid catching out there man!

Howdy! Haven't posted much lately. Kid etc will do that! With that intro Sal being so matter of fact it was funny, I couldn't help but grin though this read. Great speckin' dood.

Probably the most incredible pics I've seen posted in a fishing report. You have talent man, thanks for letting us in on it. I feel like a thief right now not paying you for this. Great stuff.

Needed to wait for some time and some volume for the videos. Work didn't give much of either. Lots of respectable pike and some of the pics remind me of a big widened area around Bear Island waaaaaay down river by the town. There just aren't many places if any at all that aren't beautiful to view along that river. Camp looks better than envisioned. MNR... what can ya say??? I found it odd for ya dood for as I said, they came in on us every year on the Kesagami ice, and were always awesome. One thing to be said about ya Mike, you're a handy guy out there with these camps. You seem to get in and out of things easy, and in a good stride. Cool to see Ricky & Julian tippin' some drinks and deep frying fishy dinks with ya. Another gem of a trip under your belt Mister!

Little less sleep needed to get through the nightshifts this past weekend cause there was just simply some extra spring in the step. A special fish for me. Thanks much everyone for all the congrats and kind words about this catch. Appreciated.

On the actual day autumn arrived I was at home cleaning out the boat and sorting fishing gear after a long tour west for trout. The pike, laker and speckie boxes got set aside for other tackle that would begin my bass, walleye and muskie season. Planning ahead for Quinte comes easy, as does suiting up for home lake bass. In preparation for muskies though, I got on the phone with a buddy to see what he thought of spending some time down on Lake St. Clair this year. It was an overdue chat, and he certainly didn't beat around the bush with one point. "Dood, I'm 100% game for that, BUT you really should be fishing some great muskie waters close to your home!" After moving home to the south in 2009 I had tried now and again for local muskies. First the Ottawa River in 09, then the Madawaska come 10, then 2011 fishing the more kind, Rideau... and so with some effort I managed a measly four skis for myself and several more for friends aboard the Lund. Last year instead of home, I did trek down to LSC for a first crack at that factory, and after a few days there built a little more confidence with muskie fishing by quickly tripling up on my lifetime numbers. Also, spending three full days there with a buddy Andy, proved to be quite insightful as well. Many more years of muskie fishing under his belt, he talked a blue-streak about everything related to these big toothy fish. Muskie are an intriguing beast for sure, and many who love 'em are kinda nuts about them I have learned. This 2013 "the bug" had bit a little deeper in me though, and after picking up a few new lures I wanted to get out for muskie maybe as much as I had wanted to back in 09. Midweek I asked my buddy Len if he would be interested in trying the St. Lawrence. Turned out he had never fished it either, but was totally on board for giving it a shot. Around noon Thursday we launched under bluebird skies. Len armed with crates of gear I kinda-sorta felt intimidated with my Home Depot bucket of lures, but after having backed the ball up to the hitch with absolute perfection earlier that morning, I had some other swag going on. Over our first hour and a half we spent a fair bit of time clearing baits and lines. Wanting to fish structure and weed-edges I often power-drove our lures into that stuff like we were rushed excavators working a construction site. For a short period clouds rolled in, and the high of 21C surely didn't feel it at all once the ceiling greyed. Come 1:55pm we had just finished dredging a channel through some shallow weeds and cleaning ourselves up when I cast the lure into the water again. Driving off the edge of that bed and over a drop the reel suddenly began clicking out line. A muskie had taken the bait and I knew it when the line took a couple hard pulls against a two-handed drag. Into neutral, Len asked if I was snagged up but knowing better I answered no, while popping the rod from a Salty. A few hard tugs and shakes was about it really. The heavy drag and boat speed had pretty well beaten the fish into submission before I got to it. Surfacing a good distance behind the boat then, I announced to Len it was a big fish and knew full well it was my best by a long shot. The knees admittedly did weaken just then too, as a nervous excitement began to build within. Len probably remembers me praying to the fish God's at this point. It was a slow winch in with a still rather tight drag loosened up a little. The fish turned a couple times and did make some small efforts to kick away or thrash, but as it came closer we both saw that the two trebles on the lure were inside the fishes mouth. On the left back-side of it's head too was a lamprey attached for a free feed and ride. Nearing the net Len became rather amped up as well, and he proclaimed that this muskie for sure is the biggest he had ever seen boated. Scooping the fish into the net it did try to buckle at the rim and escape. Len thankfully did a great job making sure it stayed in though, and as it settled back into the mesh with a couple strong head-shakes, the lure caught in the netting and came completely free. That couldn't have gone any better because it saved all time and chance for harm. While Len held the net with the fish in water and removed the lamprey with his pliers, I cleared off the casting deck and retrieved my camera and measuring tape. Taking the net from Len and swinging it around from stern to bow, he pulled out his own camera and measuring tape as well. We got to it... Having handled a tonne of big pike in the past years this muskie was nothing like that. It had a weight to lift that instantly strained, like some big sturgeon I have caught before, but it was made quite worse because of excessive slime and its own slobby goodness. Holding it up, holding it out from me, keeping the fishes belly supported and locking my left arm with it's head close was an isometric challenge which burned pretty good... I liked and hated it at the same time. Len readied his tape for a length before I even had the fish laid on the mat. When he announced 56-inches with the tail pinched, I looked over and subconsciously vomited in my mouth a little once witnessing the same. With my measuring tape I was going for the girth, and after best two wraps we noted the big girl to be a respectable 26-inches. So 56 X 26... is I guess comfortably joining the Fifty Club... It was shocking though, I didn't even trust what I was seeing, I started talking fast, the throat dried quick, and adrenaline shot right up through the roof like it had with only a few other bests before this one's time. More photos were needed immediately I thought, and that fish back quick to the net for a breath. Len had been shooting with two cameras simultaneously and his set to "burst." I picked her heavy arse up one more time and stressed smiles through the best grab-and-grin session I could... The fish went back to the net for a rest. Other than a few lamprey marks and possibly a little bending of the spine, she was in perfect shape. For the photos and measurements she was well behaved, other than a kick which slapped the brim of Len's hat leaving a blood stain. At rest she was upright, moving, not mottled in the least and breathing well, so I decided at this point to go for a weight. Now I lift fair numbers of people with my job but it was all I could do to raise the scale high enough over my eyes to fully lift this fish up. How often do you pick up an average elementary age kid by the belt, upright row them to your face and hold position? Len called out a couple times when I was clear of the water and all was suspended, yet it did take me several tries. By all efforts we did get three decent weight measurements with the fish in the net. Come time to release we retrieved it from the net and snapped just a few more pics. For seconds setting her back down one more time I was still in disbelief of it's length, so quickly we measured her again at 56 for sanity's sake. It was one of those few rarer moments when you kinda lose your head some, because you want time to go so fast and smooth for the fish, yet never actually end for yourself. And because of it's size too, and knowing that it may be the best I ever catch, before setting her free I needed to capture everything possible, as well as possible. She was handled with care from us both, and given ample breathing time, trust in that. Over the gunnel into 60+C waters it didn't take the big girl but ten to fifteen seconds to firm up and try for a kick. I held on a good couple minutes though, as she made a few more attempts to leave. Once my hand released, she moved out alongside the boat and remained on the surface maybe a short minute. Two or three times she kicked but simply splashed water behind her on the surface. Cruising with the boat up beside, there was a final and easy one, two, three-kick and she was gone out of sight, into the deep. 　 Journal - September 26, 2013. Lifetime Muskie Day #31. Muskie #15... At 1:55pm with Len aboard the Lund to explore new waters for us both, my drag suddenly clicked. Sometime later, after screaming, laughing, crying, shaking and high-fivin’, I sat breathless and contemplated if I would become seriously hooked on muskie fishing, or just be done with it forever... 　 Never Done!!! 　 Thanks Len for being so great and efficient through everything during this incredible day... and thanks big time to the Fish Gods. 　 Bunk.

That's pretty slick Jim. Nice to have done.

Solid nookie Brian. Still got some good color to it yet. Keepin' it fun enjoying the peel, keepin' it reel!

Some solid largos Chris. Nicely done.

Have fun Dan. Understood how much you look forward to your annual trip... and don't you worry about the Leafs while you're gone, because unlike you, they won't be going anywhere again this year.

A days quadin' around and exploring can be just as welcome as a days fishing sometimes. Cool effort Chris... but maybe stay outta there in future, at least until after a few frosts have come and gone.

Nail 'em Bondy style Rob!!! That green puke Bondy bait sold at BPS might be a better rep of that beaten smallie though. Even has the orange tail.

Fished with both these fellas and will say that in person they are as much fun and enthusiastic about fishing as they come across on line. As far as salmon fishing... if thousands of put-and-take fish with less chance for successful C&R can be taken for sport or money or fun by those able to do so on the lake, then a few lads enjoying some C&R with end of life river fish should certainly be nothing to smite. Some salmonella poisoning can be infectiously fun.

Some great bassin' for ya Mike. And time well spent with family. Solid pics and thanks for sharing.

This has been watched more than once.

Great run down Rich. The four fish you did get certainly were good lookers, and some nice size to 'em too. We had one stubborn pike up north recently that was HUGE but smart. Your experience of returning time and again to chase that one fish reminded me of the same. Two weeks fishing muskie for you and Pat must have been great. Thanks for reporting.

Fine eats dood! Good fishing.

Like the pics. Cool set-ups guys. Will watch the vids in the morn. Spent the day at Funderland with the kiddies today. Sick with man cold and sleep deprived from some hotel partiers last night. I'd have rather had an easier day floating around in a tube jigging up fish. Better medicine.

For sure Mike. Lew... you gotta have viewed a tonne of 'em by now and probably know it's always a goal to better the last... in all those things. Thanks dood! Thanks again fellas.

The touque and glasses on the little Jack man are stylin'. Way to go Simon.

"Way to ruin the end of the story Art." Guess he skipped a"head."

That's a dandy Pete! Great ski and pic.

Some great fishing and quite a tale to tell. Low on gas and busting through bush for big pike. Right on!! Thanks for sharing.

Great show Tupes. Nice to see Doug into an esox plank too. Beteau sure coughs 'em up!