Jeremy.

It's tantalizingly close.

Then it's simply vanishes.

I've never experienced anything like this before.

I feel I'm being taunted.

Frustration level is getting pretty well off the scale to see a fish that far behind your look, and then it doesn't take it.

It's just you can't do anything about it.

All you could do is try again and again.

How many times the days are running together?

More muskets follow my lose.

But destroy comes so desperate for never comes.

It's almost a bit like being in a boxing match where you try and sort of patch yourself up at the end of every round.

But the problem with this particular match that I'm engaged in, I just have no idea how many rounds it might go in Just a few more weeks, this lake will freeze on.

It'll be game over.

I'm at my wits end.

Perhaps it's time to invoke the spirits.

You know, sometimes when anglers are struggling to find any kind of logical reason why things might improve way, fall back on superstition in which guys I was here is absolutely right on cue.

I take this as a sign, but of what something tells me I should go back to spirit.

Wrong.

It's not unknown musky spot, but I've got something else on my mind.

I feel I've lost belief in myself as an angler, and I need to get it back because it is such a sacred place.

I've brought back with me to make on offering to the spirit.

I need to clear my head and regain my confidence.

I just need to catch a fish.

Anything will do.

So I'm going right back to basics.

A thin line, a lightweight rod in a small hook.

The thing about Muskie fishing is that it utterly consumes you on at the same time.

You just get these intense levels of frustration and I've got to the point where I'm actually fishing somewhat mechanically, I'm casting.

I'm casting.

I've lost that expectation.

I've lost that belief that I'm gonna get something.

I just want to feel anything.

I don't care what it is, something alive on the end of my line to get that belief.

But even a small lake trout would do the trick.

I'm keeping the bait within a couple of feet of the bottom, so I'm just giving it a little bit of life by just raising it a couple of foot or so off the bottom when I get sick down again.

I've called on the spirit of Eagle Lake, and within minutes I get a bite.

I just hope that's a fish.

It feels good just to have something on my line.

Something old.

But my joy was short lived.

Look at that.

Is going some things have that something had the back end of that right.

Need to get something down there again quickly.

Despite my loss, it's a good sign.

All those spirit rock seem barren during my dive.

There's definitely life here now.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yes, yes, yes, That's a fish At last I'm back in the game line This is incredibly weak line, but my rod is buckling under the strain This is no lake trout.

My prayers have been answered Life hooked a musky It's a massive, musty on £6 line We're never gonna get this in.

I'm just gonna let that drag very loose My line just has to touch a rock, a tooth or even the gill plate on.

It'll snap.

We're gonna try to get it near the boat.

He's going down again.

Oh, she's huge.

Keep her head down.

That's a huge fish.

All my hopes are hanging on the slenderest of threads.

This is the most powerful spirit rock.

It's a big musket £6 line, tiny base.

Sacred sites made the tobacco offering that has to rank as one of the most extraordinary catches in my life.

Muskie.

I must have made over 13,000 casts.

And it's only when I stop trying to catch one that a musky finally bites.

That's the line.

Look at that long, just like Colton that was just in the corner.

That line Well, that's what I'm so that line in teeth, That's me.

My teeth.

It's four feet long and then some.

By any standards of very big Muskie.

Let me go.

Fish of 10 person costs.

Big old Muskie Just looking at it, you can tell it's the Supreme Predator.

It just has this attitude.

Problem is the absolute top predator with these waters, and it knows it.

This fish is a very impressive beast stuck in the water, but just imagine three or forthem the surface.

Swimming in a tight knit group, you could be forgiven for thinking you'd see like servant.

My search for a Muskie has pushed me to the edge of madness in a way that no fish has ever done before.

Superficially is just a oversized pike with a bad attitude, another gnarly predator toe onto my list.

Only by trying to catch one have I come to realize that this fish is in a different league on that.

To succeed against such an adversary, you have to enter a different dimension.

Musky fever gets into your blood.

This cunning beast is so elusive, it has virtually crossed over into the world of myth and legend.

So how fitting that my quest has ended here at a place believed to be a portal to another realm still trying to take that in?

I mean, who would have thought things turned out this way to catch a fish like that?

In circumstances like this, they say, with this role, it's the home of a monster.