musky

Got My (Good) Eye on You

Got My (Good) Eye on You

On the afternoon of Saturday, August 18, while trolling with Captain Matthew Quintano, one of our rods was pulled down by a vicious strike. The fish was there for a second, but two cranks of the handle later it was gone. We reeled the crankbait in and attached to the front treble there was a gooey, slimy, yet hard-shelled orb. Somehow we’d managed to miss the musky’s mouth, but completely impaled its eyeball.

A Michigan Worker B

A Michigan Worker B

I’m generally wary of overarching generational generalizations. The idea that there is or was a “Greatest Generation” is probably wishful nostalgia. If nothing else, it oversimplifies things greatly – for every birth year, there are good people and bad people, serious folks and clowns, patriots and traitors.