This story has been unfolding for several years now. I currently fish two waters, with one of these elusive monsters lurking in the depths of one, and the occasional social outing on another. I’m never too far away from the quest.
I don’t approach this quest with extreme seriousness. At my age, I savor the experience of fishing, relishing the connection with nature and the serenity it brings. I may not be doing myself any favours by not starting on my winter water until November. This lake is becoming progressively more challenging each year, and it’s apparent that a reevaluation of my approach for the next year is in order. The alternative is to transition to the other lake earlier, but I have a deep affection for it and would continue to fish it year-round if it weren’t for its five-month closure during late autumn, winter, and early spring.
