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This story by Keith Kaufman was published in The Fisherman No. 39 September 29, 2005, Mid Atlantic Edition. It is called "An Angler's Bloody Battle With a Muskie."

Intro: Many love to make stories bigger than life - how they fought a huge fish and were in some life-or-death situation. This one is true and underscores how important it is to be safe when handling fish, particularly large ones.

On Saturday, August 20, Russell Crawford left his home in Skyesville, MD., to go fishing in Piney Run Reservoir. While walking the shoreline alone and casting a spinnerbait, he did catch some bass, just as he has on many of his previous trips to Piney Run (Crawford has fished the reservoir hundreds of times over the past 20 years). However, Aug. 20 turned out to be a truly incredible, horrifying adventure, as an unfortunate mishap thrust Crawford into a bloody struggle with a huge hooked fish, leaving Crawford with serious injuries and a truly remarkable fishing story to tell for years to come.

Crawford was fishing a spinnerbait, his "search bait," and tipping the grass and letting it drop into holes. Then the bait stopped, Crawford thought he was snagged. Suddenly, the snag moved.

At first, Crawford wasn't able to gain any line - this was no bass, and whatever he had hooked possessed impressive power. Eventually, the fish turned and Crawford was able to pick up some line and work it a little closer to shore. But before long, the fish took off again, peeling line off the reel.

This give-and-take was repeated several times, with Crawford tightening the drag as the fish was worked closer to shore - to the point where its back was sticking out of the shallow water - and loosening the drag whenever the fish blasted off again. Crawford was just hoping to get a good look at the big fish before it was lost.

Finally, after about 25 minutes, the fish was coaxed in close enough that Crawford could identify it: a huge tiger muskie that he said was, "almost frighteningly big." Appearing to tire, the fish rolled and laid nearly belly up along the bank. Crawford positioned himself at the water's edge, and then reached down to carefully grab and control the fish. It was, Crawford said in hindsight, "a mistake."

OUT OF CONTROL: The big fish thrashed violently, sending a trailer hook on the spinnerbait deep into the flesh of Crawford's left forearm. Crawford was now hooked to a spinnerbait that was also firmly embedded in nearly 4 feet of angry muskie! He couldn't pull away from the fish, and every move the muskie made worsened the excruciating pain in his bloody forearm. Crawford was in a very difficult situation.

Dropping to his knees into the water, Crawford attempted to gain some control by reaching from under the fish into its gills with his right hand. Unfortunately, his arm slipped through the gills, sending his hand through the fish's throat and into its mouth, where his hand and fingers were bitten several times by the toothy fish.

In great pain, with a hook deep in his left forearm, with blood flowing from his left arm and fingers on his right hand, and while on his knees, Crawford somehow managed to drag the thrashing fish up on the bank. During this struggle, fingers on his left hand were either bitten or cut on the fish's gill plate (Crawford can't remember).

He was desperately trying to support the muskie to take the pressure off the hook in his arm. Whenever the fish would shake its head, searing paing would shoot through Crawford's arm, and blood would fly.

Lying on the bank, with his legs over the fish attempting to hold it down, Crawford used his bloody right hand to reach into his vest and pull out a pair of pliers. By now, the spinnerbait's trailer hook was so deep into his arm that he was unable to remove it with the pliers. However, despite injured fingers that made it nearly impossible to use the pliers, Crawford somehow managed to unhook the spinnerbait from the muskie.

HELP IS ON THE WAY: Nearly exhausted, Crawford dragged the fish farther up the bank to a picnic table; Crawford remembered thinking that the fish was nearly as long as the bench. He also noticed yet another injury, as his left ankle was bleeding heavily, although he was not sure what had caused that injury.

With the painful, bleeding fingers, Crawford got his cell phone out of his vest, and managed to dial the police. He could sense their disbelief as he tried to explain what was happening to him.

Crawford could hear the ambulance sirens, but he wasn't near a road, so the ambulance couldn't get to him. Eventually, a boat carrying paramedics and Piney Run State Park employees motored up to his location.

As the paramedics rushed to assist him, Crawford's fingers were bleeding worse, but the pain in his arm was the most excruciating. Crawford was put in the boat, and a life preserver was placed around the still-living fish so it could be handled and it too was put in the boat.

When the boat arrived back at the Piney Run State Park ramp, Crawford's fingers, leg, and arm, with the spinnerbait still in it, were bandaged, and Crawford was loaded into an ambulance. His fish was stashed in a cooler at the park office, where it would spend the night.

With his blood pressure and other vitals closely monitored along the way, Crawford arrived at Carroll County General Hospital at about 8PM. It took nearly four hours for the doctor to clean and tend to all of Crawford's injuries, including the spinnerbait, which was so deep that it had to be carefully cut out with a scalpel.

Crawford received no stitches, as the doctor determined it would be best to allow the wounds to drain, significantly reducing the chances of infection. His ordeal finally over, Crawford was discharged and allowed to go home at midnight.

WINNING THE BATTLE: Sunday afternoon, after Crawford had taken time to gather himself, collect his thoughts, and assess the extent of his injuries and discomfort, especially in his black-and-blue and extremely swollen left forearm, Crawford picked up the frozen fish at Pine Run and took it to Old Reisterstown Bait & Tackle at Routes 140 and 30 in Reisterstown. It streched the tape to 47 inches and weighed in at 28 pounds, 6 ounces, making it the largest tiger muskie ever caught in Piney Run, and the second biggest fish overall at the reservoir (a 29 pound striped bass is the reservoir record). Doug Geis at Old Reisterstown Bait & Tackle is convinced the muskie had been considerable heavier before it was frozen.

The MD Dept. of Natural Resources has collected scale samples from the fish, which will be studied to learn more about it, such as age. The magnificant muskie will be mounted, providing Crawford with a hard earned trophy that will forever remind him of the most memorable catch of his life.

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Sunil, sounds like the old adage of being careful what you wish for.

It takes a bigger man than me to call paramedics and admit he was whipped by a freshwater fish. I would have duct taped myself up and got my bait right back in the water. Maybe that muskie had a big brother in there.

I hope none of my Musky ever turn on me like that!

I had a 24" Northern do something similar with a rattle trap once, it sounds this guy got it way worse than I ever did though. There is nothing like haveing a fish flopping around while you have a hook from the lure stuck in the back of your hand.

About a month ago a buddy of mine had an 18" HSB flopping in the boat that stuck a crankbait in his finger, and yes, the string method does work!

Sunil,

Interesting story. Thanks for posting it. I've had some rough encounters with saltwater fish, but would have never expected something like that in freshwater.

I've heard more than once someone say they'd give their right arm for a muskie that big!
Sounds like this guy almost did!
Great story & a good lesson!
Thanks for the post Sunil.

Wow that would really hurt. How would you like to be a taxidermist and no matter how careful you are you get stuck by the teeth of these monsters? It feels like a bee sting! I have about 8 of them to do this year including a 55 inch musky that weighed 42 lbs. from the Detroit River. Good money at $11.00 per inch but believe me I earn every penny of it.

When I was a wee lad, I caught my first flounder, just like bass, I lipped it before it got away ! He bit the hell out of me, yikes he has teeth !!! and VERY sharp ones too !!! I still remember the warm blood oozing down my thumb, but I wasn't letting go until I got that 5 lb. sow to the beach ! Foul hooked it in the back dragging a lure on bottom. One of my best memories on the coast.

Almost ten years ago, I was fishing at Keystone Power Damn Lake, by the damn on a rip/rap slope that descended into the water. You could rip a crank bait along on the rocks, and stop it once in a while to float up, and then continue; little chance of snags.

About 5' from shore, I thought I hooked a log. Then the log moved. We were fishing for smallies, and when you caught one, it would try to go down and in between the rip/rap. So I couldn't let this smallie play out. I had to get it up on shore. I was wearing teva sandals.....

Needless to say, when the smallie got up on shore, it was thrasing so violently, that it sank one of the free treble hook's points through the tip of my longest toe (next to the big toe).

My only saving grace was that over the prior winter, I had gotten some moisture in my tackle box, and most all of my hooks were somewhat rusty (it had been a busy year, and I had not had a chance to fix most of my lures).

It all happened so quick, but the smallie thrashed again, and the hook broke off in my toe while the crankbait freed itself from the smallie who then flopped right back into the water.

It was over in less than ten seconds. I just sat down on the ground in disbelief. My friend ran over and asked if I was OK; he said I looked pretty green. Then I had to grab my hemostats, take a few slow, deep breaths, and pull the hook out of my toe, shank end last. I had consumed several beers prior to the event which may have been partially to blame for the mishap, but was something I was grateful for while I had to remove the hook.

The smallie was about 20" long.

I got a tetanus shot the next day.

"saving grace" and "rusty hooks" are almost never compatible within the same sentence. :p

I know, I know. It was a desecration of sorts on my part. I'll go to my room now.