Last Monday, around 3 p.m., I made my official last cast of 2014. To be honest, at the time, I wasn't sad about it, because I'd been swinging a 12-weight fly rod, monster reel loaded with heavy-grain sinking line, and a giant double bucktail since 9 that morning. It is a combo that leaves the shoulder feeling as if it just pitched a double-header. To be even more honest, my buddy Joe Demalderis and I kind of knew all that rotor cuff punishment was probably going to be for naught, but here's the way we looked at it: It's winter. The water is freezing and dead low. We could chase trout, smallmouth, or pike, and maybe catch one. Or we could flyfish for muskies and maybe catch one. If you're only likely to catch one of something given the conditions, why not go out with a bang and make it a 'ski?