Chuck’s Musky: “the aftermath”

It starts with the lure…..now how do these stories usually go?  “It was just after dinner when I decided to hunt the elusive ‘lunge.  It was going to be me against the beast.” “It was over quickly.  I subdued the creature and captured his image.  He was back swimming the murk of Eagle Lake  forever to remember the name Charles Weiss” “I returned to the lodge a humble hero.  Here my admirers gazed longingly at the most recent entry in the VBL boathouse hall of fame.  Just another day in the saga of the musky hunter” “In the lodge other musky men and women are riveted as the tale of my encounter with the beast is recounted near the warming glow of an open fire.  I demonstrate how I vanquished my foe.” “Around steaming cups of mead my merry band of musky brothers peruse the ancient tomes of “Musky Hunter” searching for the meaning of musky fishing…“ “…only to discover cover art penned by Charles Weiss…….a hush falls over the room” “…the bar wench delivers me some of the finest  lodge brew.  Most suitable to celebrate my victory over the beast, I join in the revelry.  Soon I must sleep…….” “…but not before I must once again put quill to parchment and render the likeness of my drinking compatriots…Steve and Margie from Mukwonago Wisconsin.  Steve has seen 60 winters, and I wish him a good harvest….”” “…meanwhile the waves lap the shores of Favell Bay, and the musky plots his next move”  (editors note: The picture above is a simulation of the real Favell Bay.  Due to secrecy and privacy concerns the actually Favell Bay photo has been edited to protect the musky.  The weed, and Diane, are real.)   Well there you have it.  Is it about the fish or is it about the journey?  And is the journey the one on hands and knees back to the cabin after revelry in the lodge?  Who can really say.  That is the musky mystic.  The legend continues…]]>