Our first stop of the morning finds us floating a hundred yards distant from Chris Johnston. The Canadian son is casting a shallow flat on the American side of the river. Looking overboard through the green-clear waters of the St. Lawrence, the bottom is littered with small boulders. Johnston just boated his second fish of the morning as I started typing this entry, a solid 3 pounder. His first fish looked to be in the 2-pound range. There is no doubt he’d like to replace them ASAP, but you have to start somewhere.