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BY: VICTOR BEACHAM
A week after opener, Jeff and I were once again casting along the stretch of shoreline that held memories of the large fish of the year before. Splash, and the rhythmic action of the jerkbait as it was worked back to the boat.
At the back of the boat I noticed a dark movement out of the corner of my eye. From the size of it I knew it was the fish from last year, eyeing me and then dropping out of sight. I was speechless. It reappeared at the front of the boat, checking out Jeff, and then started slowly circling the boat. It's eye never left Jeff.
I could almost imagine the theme from the movie "Jaws" as it circled. Suddenly, in a flash of green and a splash of water, the Muskie lunged at Jeff's throat. It's teeth sunk in, tearing the flesh in a spray of blood, and then it was gone.
I know what you are thinking. A Muskie wouldn't or couldn't ever take revenge like that. Or would it? Just contemplate that the next time you are on the water!
Of
course you are right: the account was fiction, a figment of my
imagination....... or was it??
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