Tales and Trails

Posted 6/14/22

Chippewa River curse OUTDOOR BY DAVE BECK We are well into the fishing season and I have yet to write much about it. If you have been following along you already know the why: I have been turkey and …

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Chippewa River curse

OUTDOOR

BY DAVE BECK

We are well into the fishing season and I have yet to write much about it. If you have been following along you already know the why: I have been turkey and mushroom hunting. It wasn’t a great year for either but it wasn’t a bad one, but today I am writing about fishing so I can’t afford the time or space to get sidetracked.

I went to the Chippewa River for my first musky outing of the season. The muskies on the Chippewa River, for whatever reason, have been my white whale. I just can’t seem to get one in the boat there and it’s not for lack of trying. Over the last several years I have gone down there only to return home empty-handed every darn time. I thought maybe with a new season and renewed hope, my time would finally come.

Early season musky fishing is always a tough bite. The cooler water temperatures usually translate to not a lot of action but after the winter layoff, bad musky fishing beats no musky fishing any day of the week. On my first outing of the year, I don’t expect to fill up the boat so if I just see a musky, it’s a great first day.

The first spot actually provided a little action in that a musky emerged near the boat. It surfaced like a dolphin. It was there and gone just like that but it was enough to give me a shot in the arm and renew my resolve to finally end my Chippewa River jinx. Actually, two years ago I thought I had ended the jinx, hex, or curse, or whatever you want to call it, but the fish on the end of my line turned out to be a big northern pike. I don’t have anything against pike, unless I’m musky fishing. I prefer that pike leave me alone but they seldom listen.

A few spots later I was casting up along the shore into some slack water but this cast was different than the 300 that I had previously thrown. While retrieving my lure a musky was following so closely behind that I expected it to bite at any time. Was this it? Was my version of the Curse of the Bambino going to end? The musky picked up speed and closed the distance between itself and my lure. I could see myself holding that fish over my head like the Wimbledon Trophy while claiming victory over the Chip. Oh, the long _ awaited victory was going to be sweet. All was well until my lure neared the boat and at the last second the musky veered away moving on into the deeper water and out of sight. Just like that the Chip snatched victory from me.

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