Pat and I munched-down a hefty portion of this muskie hunter’s favorite food – chili dogs. Of course, we got a bit of shuteye too. Then we were awakened by the pitter-patter of rain drops taping on the roof of our cabin. A sound we both knew would put our hungry muskie into total frenzy mode. We put on our rain gear and took-off full steam ahead on the fourteen mile journey. 

I set up a drift down the rock point that would take us out near the weedy spot in a cast or two. Pat was in the bow and aimed right at it. We joked about how funny it would be if one of us caught the fish on a third cast like Otto did earlier in the day. Pat let cast number three fly and it landed pretty much in the same spot as Otto’s third. This time, however, I didn’t have to wait for the figure eight. I watched Pat’s spinner lure (same one Otto was using) start to work with his first crank and almost immediately a huge head appeared and devoured it.