The pike are so awesome, they deserve a whole page of their own
The fourth member of our fishing party was Lynn’s son, Griffin Henning. Griff (above in the foreground, with Alfred) claimed his fishing skills were a little rusty, but the way he handled this 40-inch northern suggested he was being modest.
In about five feet of water, Griffin enticed the fish with a slow-rolled spinnerbait, and then hauled it out of thick weeds, all while keeping the lunging giant away from the outboard (above). With a great netting job by Alfred, the whole operation was basically textbook.