So boy's weekend at the cottage last weekend. The boy's wanted to go Walleye fishing in the nice cozy boat, and I well, have a lot of money invested in musky over the last few years - I'm going musky fishing, "Who's coming with me?"...... (Insert cricket sounds) . So no one was in my boat for this trip except me and my cradle (FisherPete Styles). Trolled around open water noticing tons of musky boat hitting the shore lines/points hard and all the bait-fisherman were out in 30 FOW. Marked all kinds of open water fish in the middle of nowhere (until my battery died on me). A little after 10 am my rod screams, bent like the Uglystik commercial. "Dang rocks" I say, figuring a ran shallow with my unit being dead. Shut the motor off to remove my snag, pull the rod out of the holder then I feel the headshake and run. Whoo! After reeling in 120' of line and two awesome jumps close to the boat she's in the cradle. 46" fish in a 48" cradle.