You know what really sucks about them?
You spend 90 minutes battling a 20 mph wind working both sides of a point, the tip of the point, and the deep water connected to each part of the point with everything in your tackle box because you had a big girl follow last weekend.
Of course, not a damn thing happens, so you go off to another spot for a little bit and get the same result.
Then, in and act of desperation, you head back to the spot that you went over with a fine-toothed comb just in time to see another boat pull up a stupid muskie.
Muskies suck.