Musky on the fly

And so it came to pass that despite being certain that I didn't have the time to attend the fall pilgrimage to the Brule for fall Steelhead, I did get sold on a fall Musky trip to the same neck of the woods.  I drove all night after walking the trick or treat beat with my terribly cute daughters in search of processed sugar items.  I arrived under the roof of none other than Shox McSteel at midnight.  He offered up a fridge cold Hamm's and I obliged.  In bed by 1, alarm set for 6:30.   His basement guestroom sleeps well.  Here is what else happened: