Bing Crosby…go straight to hell, because “baby, it’s cold outside”, but I don’t want to hear no singin’ about it….
In what is so adorably referred to as a “blizzard” in Tennessee, I met some HARDCORE musky guys, John and Bill Hickey yesterday for a trip out into the white yonder. After some shoveling and rock salt, we managed to eek the boat into the water and get out for the day. Alas, while the scenery was bar none the best I’ve seen so far down here, with squadrons of wood ducks lighting the blue water in a mist and squirrels romping around on the shoreline searching for something to take back to the tree from the frozen food aisle, the muskies on the other hand, decided to call in sick for the day and hit the snooze. Areas that usually produce fish were vacant. Techniques that usually produce at least a few follows were falling short sorely. While the pristine beauty around us kept is in perspective of things, it was still frustrating for the guide to be shooting blanks while aiming right at the target.
And speaking of squirrels, John and Bill are on par with just about any comedy duo of all time. Somehow amidst the constant ribs to one another and unapologetic flatulence, John, in one of the few moments he wasn’t really paying attention, managed to garner the interest of a fat low 40″ musky in one of the last places I’d expect to find one that day, in the back of a small slough mid-way down the lake. Talk about the proverbial “blind squirrel” finding a nut [just kidding John, we tight]. While the fish was interested, she just wasn’t committed…but all that aside, we wrapped up the day with alot of good times, ALOT of funny stories, and the promise that we’ll get out there again to chase after the great Questing Beast of Pellinore [a musky in excess of 55"]. Of course, like King Pellinore of T.H. White’s lore, I imagine when such a fish does reach the boat either by my sword or even better, a client’s, such majesty and wonder will force my hand to spare its life and release to chase another day. I only hope those of you who wish to pursue the coolest, sexiest, most badass fish in freshwater in one of its last untapped bastions in the world share my sentiments on the topic.
Muskies are too valuable to the ecosystem as a superpredator, thinning out stocks prone to overpopulation like carp, gizzard shad, and redhorse sucker, and to the state as an economic trophy fishing resource to be treated as a food source or killed for their skin as a mount over a mantle or bar when fiberglass replicas are just as good and last longer.
Let them go, let them grow. Come out and fish with us at “Stone’s Throw Adventures” by emailing us at stonesthrowadventures@gmail.com, and find out for yourself why these fish are as special as they are. We have all the tackle and know-how, just bring yourself, a strong-work ethic, and a penchant for the eclectic and irreverent personalities of your guides, Dwayne and Cory.
Fish are on the move, and so are we…game’s are changing, and so must we. Until next time, kiddos tight lines. Look for a new musky report later this week from both myself and Dwayne, and remember to stay tuned for the upcoming Larry Dahlberg filming at Rock Island. I can guarantee it won’t be a show to be missed.
-Cory Allen “Stone’s Throw Adventures”











