By this time, I've been musky fishing for 6 years. In that 6 years, I have caught trees, rocks, sticks, leaves, weeds,cinder blocks, and occasionally the unintentional bass, and a very, very stupid rock bass. The closest I came to a musky was the very seldom follows that the fish so often would do, but I either pulled it out of the water or it swam away. On that eveningof July 3rd, 2008I went fishing on Arrowhead Lake in Woodruff, WI. This was two days after fishing on the same lake with many follows. At 7:18 PM, I casted toward a dock with my blue/tinsel double 10 Cowgirl. As the lure slowly came toward the boat, I realized that there was a musky right behind it! Unfortunately, I was a bit scared and pulled it out of the water. I don't know why, but for that brief moment I was barely in control of my own body, and the lure went back into the water (Thank you God!). The fish came back and took the bait. I set the hook and it was on, no doubt about it. The net was soon in the water, and at 7:20 PM,a 37 1/2 inch musky weighing approximately 15 pounds, was in the boat. After those six long years with more than 250 hours on the water in the sun, heat, cold, rain, bugs, and annoying recreational boaters, I finally caught the fish that I was born to hunt.