ON THE ST. CROIX – Last Saturday broke clear and warm on this river, which on the first day of the long holiday weekend should have been a yachtsman's playground. Instead, a 5-miles-per-hour speed limit imposed here on boats due to high water kept the mimosa and Bloody Mary set tied fast to their berths, engines stilled.
Anglers on this first day of St. Croix muskie fishing seemed content to stay home as well.
Blame, perhaps, the no-wake restrictions. Also, the high water likely would make muskies even more challenging to locate than they otherwise are, which is challenging enough. Additionally, a generalized lethargy regulates muskie moods and movements in early season, making hookups by anglers at this time of year a rarity.
Thus even the nuttiest of muskie nuts had a trifecta of excuses not to rise early and toss big baits a thousand times over in hopes of landing one of these trophies.
Still, just before dawn, my son Cole, his pal Dominic Schneider, and I backed a boat into this flooded river.
Cole was home for a week after finishing college for the year, his visit timed to include the border water muskie opener as well as the extraction, two days earlier, of four wisdom teeth.
This last explained the bottle of Advil on the boat dashboard.
"Let's go," Cole had said that morning when he awoke me at 3:45. "Muskies are waiting."