My best fishing story, which is really two, is when we lived in Minnesota where we were on the lakes or the St. Croix River probably 60 days a year. We were up north in a huge lake, whole family in the boat and went into a very secluded cove, 20 foot opening to what was a big pond.
First my mom hooked something. Little by little she got it to the boat, an 18' bass boat. Got the fish close to the boat and all of a sudden it came out of nowhere and was probably a 50 lb muskie. I googled that and put a pic below. It was MASSIVE! And scary as hell. Everyone jumped back in the boat. We just cut the line.
Later that day in the same cove I put on a white spinner bait and started casting toward some lily pads. Time after time, smallish 10 lb northerns would jump out of the water and catch the bait, sometimes hooked, sometimes they spit it out. It was amazing to watch the fish jump a solid foot or two out of the water.
