The evening's last light is just whiling away when the truck, towing a 16-foot camouflage-colored duck boat, pulls into the Cedar Creek Public Access, a small launch on the southeast corner of Lake Mille Lacs. The occupants of the vehicle, George Morrison, a lanky, 40-year-old tribal attorney sporting a blue bandanna, and Brad Bearheart, a stout, round-faced tribal game warden, are running late. They made the drive to Minnesota's renowned and much-haggled-over walleye lake from their homes on the St. Croix Indian Reservation in northern Wisconsin, about two hours away. "It looks like it's gonna be good," says 31-year-old Bearheart, who smiles as he... More >>>