Gene Miller was spitting mad back in 1994. That's when his U.S. Postal Service boss told him he was being transferred from Duluth, one of the state's largest cities, to Isle, one its smallest.
"I couldn't believe it. I actually ripped off my tie and threw it at him," Miller recalled. "I said, 'What in the world are you thinking, and where in the heck is Isle?' "
"It's on Mille Lacs lake," his boss replied.
Instantly, Miller felt better. Much better.
"I had been given a gift," said Miller, a most unusual and successful fishing guide. "I went from supervising a hundred workers to five, and when the day was done, there was all this wonderful water to fish. It was a dream come true."
Retired for seven years and a Mille Lacs muskie guide for 20, Miller is both an angling innovator and outright character. Possessed of a boyish devil-may-care attitude, Miller, 65, guides from the comfort of a 25-foot pontoon boat equipped with a powerful stereo, 8,000-song playlist and soft $1,000 reclining chairs that are within easy reach of trolling rods mounted aft, starboard and port. When a muskie strikes, Miller reels into action by cranking up AC/DC's "Thunderstruck." After the muskie has been released, Miller will take down the boat's yellow flag, which denotes a skunk, and replace it with a red flag that signifies a fish has been boated.
"This year we've caught 15 muskies [of] 52 inches or longer, eight muskies 55 inches or longer, and two 58-inchers," Miller said. He calls such lengths and numbers "unheard of in the muskie world," and his bravado is not without basis. He knows this because he monitors the websites of many of North America's best-known muskie fishing guides and fishing resorts, including those on Ontario's Lake of the Woods. "Facts are facts," Miller said. "When it comes to size, what I catch on Mille Lacs in one year often exceeds what some businesses have yet to accomplish in 20."
Miller credited his success to his father. Like many anglers during the 1990s when Mille Lacs muskie fishing was taking off, Miller could see muskies on sandy shallows or atop weed beds but not catch them. "I'd cast like crazy, yet nothing," he said. "Finally, I phoned my dad. He was a Lake Superior fisherman. He showed up with salmon rods and planer boards. The first time we trolled the north end of the lake we caught five. That was the ticket."