when my son was little, i'd tell him stories about mighty mike the musky, the biggest, baddest fish in the lake. in the stories, mighty mike was so big and so ferocious that no one could catch him and those who happened to hook him would lose not only their lure, but sometimes their rod and reel, and on occasion, a few lost their boat. no one knew just how big mighty mike was or had any idea when he'd strike next. the most unfortunate victim of mighty mike's escapades was frank johnson. everybody called him old man johnson because he was an old coot who'd lived on the lake since he was a young man. he'd built a cabin on the south end and he'd spend most of his summer days tooling around the lake in his little aluminum boat fishing. old man johnson had hooked mighty mike more times than anyone and it seemed he had suffered more than anyone as a result. to his friends, frank was an expert fisherman and he claimed that he had no desire to catch mighty mike. in fact, he was only interested in catching walleye and perch. none the less, mighty mike and old man johnson seemed destined to do battle. some say that their lives were so intertwined because frank had moved to the lake and started fishing it the day mighty mike was born.
this drawing is of a young mighty mike before he started wreaking havoc with unsuspecting fisherman and just before he met frank johnson for the first time.
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