07/10/2025
She Screamed So Loud the Lake Held Its Breath...
The 53¼-Inch Minnesota Musky That Changed Everything
There are fish you dream of.
And then there are fish that dream you.
June 22, midday sun baking the back decks of Lake Minnetonka like a warning—
Greta Weix wasn’t just casting lures…
She was casting fate.
One moment, a soft plastic arced out into the heat shimmer.
The next… silence snapped like a branch.
Her rod bent in a way that turns the air electric.
The reel fought back, stubborn, as if it had hooked a submerged tree or the old bones of something ancient.
But then it moved.
And the water erupted.
“She jumped close to the boat,” Greta said, still breathless. “I thought I was reeling in concrete.”
And yet—she reeled.
With everything she had.
Not for sport. Not for record.
But because some fish aren’t just caught. They arrive.
The Woman, the Guide, the Monster
Greta wasn’t alone.
Her friend Christie Inman flanked the boat with fire in her eyes, and veteran guide Tanner Talbot steadied the scene.
They knew Minnetonka was busy. They knew the lake gets pounded by pressure.
But pressure cracks some people and sharpens others.
This was Greta’s third musky.
That’s it.
Three fish into the madness, and she lands what most only whisper about.
Fifty-three and a quarter inches of wild, prehistoric muscle.
No official weight taken.
Didn’t need it.
Any seasoned eye would peg it at 50 pounds or more—square in that hallowed class where legends live.
Enough to call the taxidermist.
Enough to make your knees forget how to stand.
And Then… She Let It Go Before She Had To...
Let that sink in.
She could’ve held on to this a moment longer. Could’ve frozen this moment forever in videos, pictures and ego.
But instead, she touched awe…
listened to Tanner and gave it back immediately to ensure it's survival.
The fish swam away.
So did the girl who caught it.
But neither of them are the same anymore.
A Signal to Every Quiet Fire Out There
Greta’s not a pro.
She’s an agriculture worker. A woman who said yes to a wild guide, a soft plastic bait, and the kind of screaming joy that echoes across the water when the world finally says yes back.
She wasn’t trying to be famous.
She just wanted to feel it.
To connect.
She didn’t just catch a musky.
She caught the attention of something older than attention.
Call it timing.
Call it spirit.
Call it what it is—
Undeniable.
So Here’s the Part You Didn’t Expect
This isn’t about records.
It’s about permission.
To go for it.
To scream when it hits.
To release what isn’t meant to be owned.
To remember that the biggest fights often come early…
before you think you’re ready.
Greta Weix didn’t wait until she was a master angler.
She went out on her third try and pulled up something mythic.
So what’s waiting for you…
if you just keep casting?
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Then set it free.
