I fish with my pooch a lot. Being a pure bred black lab, he thinks the water, rain, mud, and bushes are a lot better than home.

He doesn't bother pestering me with stick throwing, but will patiently place sticks near other anglers and try it out on them. Most think it's funny, and tell him that it ain't gonna happen. He'll move on...

Some will throw it, and now they've got a fishing partner for a while, at least.

If it looks like he's bugging someone, a quick whistle from me and he's sitting on the bank behind me, albeit a bit anxiously.

Not only is he the only partner I have some days, some days he's the only one I want. He never feels the urges to share my zippers!

He's also beat when we get home, so sometimes I barely know he's there evenings after fishing.

Fish on...

Todd

P.S. He also goes ape when I hook fish, and the look on his face when I release a fish is hilarious. He stands up to his ankles in the water, stares at the fish as it swims away, looks over his shoulder, and unmistakebly says with his look;

"What in the Hell did you do that for? If you don't want it, I'd have eaten it!"

Not unlike some of the anglers I run into on the river!!