2011 Muskie Opener: Results

Yesterday marked the much anticipated opening of muskie season in FMZ 18. The extent of my fishing experience this season has been jigging micro-spoons through 7" ice holes and chucking tiny tubes in April and May once the lakes and rivers thawed. June 4th would mark the first time in 2011 I could cast something larger than my pinky finger.

I sharpened my hooks Friday, strung up my rods, tied on a few leaders, and slept fast. The plan was to fish one section of the Rideau River in the morning and another in the afternoon/evening.

We hit the water shortly after 7:30AM and blasted up the river in my friend's Stratos. The plan was to find good weeds, if possible. The water was 65F when we got to our first spot and I was delighted to see good weed growth. Eric was casting a bucktail, Hedrik tossed several lures, and I kept switching baits every 5 minutes until something "spoke" to me. I stood on the front deck and casted alongside Eric who, after about 30 minutes on the water, rifled a cast toward a wall of rip-rap. A couple of cranks into his retrieve and he reared back and set the hook. I scrambled for the net and waited for the fish to make its appearance. The fish suddenly appeared as it swam toward the boat and much to my surprise it was a lot bigger than I expected (this section of the river is not known for the size of its fish). A couple runs later and I scooped it into the net, which now held Eric's new personal best. A few quick pictures and the spawned out 44" female went back in the water and took off like a shot from a gun!

Lady luck was on our side and for the next 1-2 hours we had a nice run of action, boating two small sub-30" fish, losing another, and a couple of exciting topwater and bucktail follows. After moving to our third spot I decided to switch to a bucktail, despite catching a small fish on a glide bait. Eric questioned my decision and I didn't have an answer for him; it was just a gut instinct. Well, my instinct paid off as a fish came in hot behind my bucktail. I sped into my figure 8 and on the 2nd turn the fish grabbed my bucktail. My momentum was still carrying me forward and I instinctively set the hook away from the fish. Though the hook penetrated the fish's jaw, I knew it wasn't hooked well. I played the fish as lightly as possible and we after a couple small runs the fish was in the bag. Soon, the 42"er was back in the water and swimming away.

The rest of our day proved unfruitful. Although the fishing stunk (bad weed growth, poor water clarity), we were fishing in the most unique setting I have ever fished in. Instead of birds chirping and frogs croaking, the hum of cars and bike, whirring of roller blades, steady thumping of joggers were all we heard as we casted our baits on what is, in the winter,the world's largest outdoor skating rink!

When we finally made it home, my body was so sore I could barely move. Even lying in bed hurt! 'Tis the price we must pay for the sport we enjoy!

Tight lines folks.