Tuesday morning I got out of work and headed to the pier with a buddy of mine. The water clarity was the worst I've ever seen in my entire life so we both figured that we weren't gonna catch anything but would stay for 2 hours anyway just to give it a shot. I threw my first spawn rod off the end of the pier and turned around to get my other one in, and my buddy was yelling that my rod was going. Hooked a huge laker/steel on the drop and I fought it for 5 minutes and then the hook pulled. I was super bummed about it but I thought we were gonna rail based on the quick bite. We got our other rods in and started casting on the end. An hour goes by with no bites, I was about to take my cleo out of the water and a huge head blows up the water 3 feet in front of the pier and I scream "Willy I got a f****** musky!!" It went on a strong run and pulled some drag and then was pulling me all over the place and I was trying my best not to lose it. I've hooked 3 of them before but they always bite through my leader, and I was determined not to let this one get away. After a short but intense battle we netted it and luckily my friend had a super deep big lake boat net. My Amish buddy I was fishing with didn't take the best photos but it was such a crazy experience I'm not even that mad. Snapped a couple pictures and the fish took off with a strong kick. Didn't measure it because I wanted to get it back in the water but I have consulted with a few guys that guide and can say with confidence that it was mid 40"s.