A Lively One – The Monksville Chronicles #109

I was fishing Monks’ one day, trollin’ the edge of the old stream channel. There’s this rocky point that sticks out, it’s deep though, like forty-five feet or so, and boom, he’s on. I get him to the boat, unhook him, measure him, I don’t remember how big he was but I remember that he was a lively one, so I released him and he swam right into the skeg of my motor and killed himself, right there. Just like that. Happened so fast I didn’t realize it until it was over. So I took him home and ate him, very bony – broke my heart that I had to kill that fish, and that’s the only muskie I’ve ever caught that I didn’t release, to no fault of my own.

It was the deepest dwelling muskie I ever caught in Monksville – most think muskies are shallow water fish, but in Monksville they like to lurk in the deeper water.

– M.W.

This has been the ninth story from the first appendix of the book The Monksville Chronicles. Here is everything you need to know about it:

The Monksville Chronicles

I’ve written a few other books, too. Click here to see the list.

If you’re there, hypothetical reader, thank you for being there. From this day on, we move forever forward~

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