Tough going at Lake Shenandoah on Feb. 23, as expected — until a big splash off the far point around 2 p.m.. I was near the reeds at the time, and another jon boat got there first, made a couple casts and trolled toward the dam. I moved out toward the center of the lake and cast a Clackin' Rap into the area. Right off the lure hit something once, then twice. I set the hook, and the U.S. Reel began to sing. Then nothing, and I mistakenly thought the biggun had gotten off. So I continued the retrieve and found the fish was still on. It must have darted toward me. I began the battle again not far from me, only to feel a “roll” maneuver under water as the brute actually did get off. Sigh! Made me think it was a Muskie.
That was the second non-winter incident, because surface feeding is unusual. The other was when a silver/white streak darted after my Yamamoto craw as I burned it back to the yak after working it very slowly along brush coast. Such isn't supposed to happen at this sluggish, energy-conserving time of year.
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