Having a little time to kill I headed down to an enjoyable urban stretch of the Rideau R. for some smallie action. (The Tuesday night guys can probably guess my location.) With the bite being a little uncharacteristically slow I decided to switch to a popper to see if there were active bass that I could entice.
After landing a few tiny ones I hook in to a spunky one in the middle of the river. After two tail walking jumps about 10 yards away, he comes racing towards me. I'm like "What the F@#K is up with this fish". I'm stripping line as fast as I can to keep up and he races past my feet, being chased by a 36-40" muskie.
Needless to say the muskie managed to catch my bass then motor to the other side of the river. Fishing only a 5 wt, I could barely budge him. He eventually let go of the bass which I landed and released (a good 8" SM with some nasty flesh slashes inflicted by the muskie.)
I think the next time I'm down there I'm bringing my 8wt and some big flies!
