The Promised Land

The Promised Land

First off I’d like to apologize to the dozen people that probably read my blog for being such a slacker as of late. Or maybe as of the last couple months is more suitable? I find it hard to spend time indoors during the summer let alone at a computer and away from the water. If I am indoors it’s probably to tie flies or do something responsible. This summer has been down right amazing to say the least and I plan on getting caught up with my blog posts. So, let me tell you about a little trip to Wisco… It was the first of June and I got a call from B-Rad… “How was the opener” I asked. “We’ve got a lot of attention trying avoiding them before the opener” he replied. “Well… And since it’s opened?”. “It’s gonna be good! You got some time in a couple weeks”. “I’m not sure? Fuck it, I’ll make it happen!” I replied. A couple days later I had a ticket and thing were a go… I was heading to the mecca, the promised land, the indigenous water that esox prowl, I was Wisconsota bound! Always travel as light as possible… Not too bad for 2 reels, 1 extra spool, 2 rods, 2 meat lockers, waders, boots, wading jacket, 2 cameras and some other essentials. Ok maybe anglers don’t really travel that light but it all fits nicely.

The Goods Courtesy Of William Joseph


Bohen And Marve

The one That Got It Done

Angler: Brian "Lucky" Porter

El Chupacabra

Unfortunately ┬áthe day of my arrival was also the same day as a series of drought breaking thunder storms… It rained the majority of the time I was there and we watched the rivers swell. Fishing was rough but I got my shots and my eats. There weren’t many, a few I blew and a few were tough luck. I landed a smaller male and a few small mouth. I’d do it again in a heart beat, the place gets in your blood, it makes you earn it. Brad was a killer host and so were the rest of the Musky Country crew. I can’t wait to get back to the mystery water.

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