Some thoughts on DEMONS IN THE DEPTHS

 

 

Nightmares of missing the plane; “who stole my shirt?”; four hour nap Friday night; bloody initiates; Marauder groupies; Jerk Bait’s new toad stabber; Musky brew; wildebeest woman; “my boat only does 62, the prop needs work”; cookies and M&M’s; ”Women?, No there aren’t any women in here!”; hooks in palms, legs, boats, eyebrows and the occasional fish (what that’s not a hook?); an Irving UMA?; boat rammed by a musky; 3 fish on rookie luck; no chumming allowed in this boat buster; the call of the loon (that you Marabou?); blood and guts and eagles; fish that got away, boats that got away; steak, brats and corn; the two lure Tekneek; pole snapping strikes; 4 fish, 1 boat; “Me?, Only 8 hours”; Marauders on the net, muskies in the net; “Was that a tidal wave or did we leave the trolling motor down again?”; Deathray’s dive at the Star Lake landing; was that gal strolling through the picnic cold, or just that  excited after spying Marabou’s hairy butt?; Where the heck is Kentuck?;  maybe I should do that to my eyebrow; who are these 2002 initiates, one gets the biggest, the other gets the most,  a 12 year old beats us all; Koon Tail’s record of a rookie UMA fades; Mee Nee and Ojibwa almost lost at sea in the perfect storm (what lost again?); how do you flush with no power?; real Marauders just puff their cheeks and swallow.

 

Thanks one and all for making this initiate feel like an old timer.

 

Tight Lines,

 

Treble Hook