This time felt different, we felt we had a solid chance, but after "sleeping" in the car for 3 hours followed by 2 days of camping in wind/rain/snow and no fucking fish our hopes were running a little low. If I've learned anything from reading about musky fishing (other than apparently I suck at it) it is you have to keep the faith.
On our final day we had about 4 miles of river to cover before our take out. Our plan was to fish every corner of the 4 mile stretch, and strip set everything and anything that moved. This day was different than the previous two, the sun was out, and not quite as windy.
Mr. ded fish has a well documented problem for losing fishing gear, and while casting I noticed a strange stick floating in the water past the boat, that upon further inspection had a reel attached to it, fortunately we recovered the rod. I took it as a good luck sign.
Casting to the mouth of a small creek I felt a bump, strip set and wound up with this guy, not a monster by any means, but my best musky to date.
About an hour later ded fish got his as we were cruising in the current past a small point.
Both fish were landed in the last 2 miles of our float.
How your fingers look after 3 days of stripping musky flies
The heroes of our trip