The memory of my first encounter with a musky is as vivid as the day it happened. It was a warm summer evening in either 1985 or 1986 when I was wade fishing a back bay of Marsh Creek Lake north of ...
There’s a largemouth bass that lives in my mind as vivid as just about any memory from my past. It was a cool Spring evening in early June, sometime in the early 1990s. I was fishing one of my ...
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