WALTON, Ky. -- Dusk is descending on northern Kentucky but the bass are not biting and Mike Zimmer is annoyed.
He casts another line off his wooden dock into the modest lake centering his exurban Cincinnati farm, some 700 miles from Minnesota and the NFL's industrial jaws.
Zing!
"I caught a bunch of fish at 9 o'clock last night," the Vikings head coach insists.
The water is smooth as glass. Zimmer reels in another empty lure. Suddenly, there is a splash over his left shoulder.
"Muskrat!" he says. "Did you see that?