After rediscovering recently what it takes to pound out limits of walleyes again, and refocusing my efforts towards simple tactics, I have not starved. I remember the days of simple chillin with a jig and a minnow during prime time, chewin seeds and watching the sun set, and subsequently waiting for the walleyes to snap. You, the reader, should know however, that this mentality will doubtlessly change this Saturday when the muskie tides churn and we are in full lou of thy most cherished bounty, the musk.
