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LOTW in mid October

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My family and I are heading up to LOTW near the morson area october 15-20. I have never been up there that late musky fishing. Any advice on where to start? Thanks

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Bring your foul weather gear. It can get cold and nasty, which is what you hope for cause the muskie turn on when the water temps drop into the 40s and the cisco start to spawn.

Troll the rocky shoreline breaks at 3-5 mph in 12-20' with 10" Jakes and Believers. Find the rocky breaks that drop off fast from shore. You want to be trolling close to shore. Neck down and narrow areas are especially good.

Bang the baits off the rocky bottom and steer the boat into S curves to trigger strikes. Use 38" wire leaders to avoid fraying your line on the rocks. Use 8' fiberglass rods; graphite rods sometimes shatter on hard strikes in cold weather. And set your drag on the light side, then tighten it after you hook a fish or use your thumb on the spool. Tight drags when trolling will pull the bait out of the fish's mouth. If you don't have sturdy rod holders, get some.

We'll be up Oct. 3-12 and will post a report when we return.

Good luck and enjoy fall on LOTW. Nothing else like it.

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I agree with rockpt. Neck down and narrows or narrow area are great to troll for musky. I know a gal that was trolling with her dad a few years ago and caught 5 musky in one day up there out of Morson. I seen my dad catch 2 musky in one narrow spot about 1/2 hour apart measuring 46 and 48. I want to try trolling for musky but never seem to do it. When hunting season is around it gets kinda hard for me to go fishing. Oh yeah by the way, dont be surprised if you see guys out and about in mid October in blaze orange as the Ontario gun season for moose and deer will be open. Some guys will get out on the lake and push some islands. Most likely I will be up there too either hunting ducks with Wildthing or chasing deer with my dad. Never know I might even get out this year and try trolling. Looking forward to this fall up there.

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