THAT COLOR....NOT ON THIS LAKE BY: ROB MEUSEC © 2010 AS I TURNED OFF THE MAIN HIGHWAY ONTO A NARROW GRAVEL ROAD, MY BLOOD PRESSURE WAS RISING. A NEW MUSKY LAKE, A NEW RESORT AND VISIONS OF MY FIRST 20 PLUS POUND MUSKY DANCED IN MY HEAD. I HEADED INTO THE BAR TO CHECK ON MY ACCOMMODATIONS AND TO MEET THE NEW RESORT OWNER. AFTER A WARM FRIENDLY EXCHANGE OF GREETINGS, I UNLOADED MY CAR AND WALKED BACK TO THE BAR FOR SOME REFRESHMENT AFTER MY LONG 7 HOUR DRIVE. THE TAVERN WAS PACKED AND ONLY ONE STOOL WAS OPEN, SO I SNATCHED THE SEAT AND PLACED MY ORDER. I HAD NEVER BEEN TO THIS PLACE BEFORE BUT I DID HEAR THAT THIS LAKE WAS KIND OF A LOCAL SECRET. IT WASN'T ONE OF THE TRADITIONAL MUSKY LAKES THAT GET ALL THE NOTORIETY. IT'S ACTUALLY PART OF A RIVER SYSTEM IN A NOT-SO-KNOWN WISCONSIN COUNTY. AS I SAT AND LISTENED, THE STORIES WERE FLYING. RAISED 2 AND HAD 2 ON IN 3 HOURS THIS OLDER GENTLEMAN SAID. I INTRODUCED MYSELF TO HIM AND SAID "I'M LOOKING FOR MY FIRST 20 POUNDER." THE CRUSTY OLD GUY CALLED HIMSELF JOSH AND SAID "THEY'RE IN HERE. I'VE SEEN PLENTY. I SAW 2 TODAY AT LEAST 25 POUNDS". WE CHATTED FOR ABOUT AN HOUR AFTER ME BUYING SEVERAL ROUNDS AND THEN IT HAPPENED. HE SAID "WHAT ARE YA DOIN
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