Wisconsin

My first fishing experience in Wisconsin was with someone I didn’t like. Besides that, we didn’t catch any fish. My fishing contract gives me permission to say what I want about the Fisher. I don’t like bum rapping anyone and I want this book to have a very positive attitude, so I sought out another person to take me fishing again. John, my taxman, arranged a Musky fishing trip with his brother-in-law, Tom.

It is my understanding that a person will fish for Musky for days and weeks and sometimes months without catching one. Tom, John and I fished a day and a half. I had the only strike; I hooked the fish and reeled it in, sideways, without a fight. It was hooked in a side fin. I caught my fish. Let’s not talk about the details.

This path goes around Tom’s summer cabin lake.