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.
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
- A novel about storytelling
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– 276 pages
– 72,749 words
– The Here and Now | I
– The Sandbox | 0.5
– Revision Date: July 20, 2021
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