By noon, my fingers were blistered and arms were sore from casting giant double-blade spinners all morning. I sit down to take a break, Bob nails the 40-incher above. Ten minutes later, Gabe hooks up and drops the fish. For the rest of the day, nothing. If musky are the fish of 10,000 casts, I made 9,999, and if I had just stuck it out for ten more minutes, one of those could have been mine.