As I sit here in Ennis, it’s -30 degrees outside. Did you see the minus there? Just checking. I’m really sorry (not really), but I have zero interest in venturing out to go fishing. So I thought about what I could add to the fishing reports/blog that wouldn’t be the same depressing account from all of us guides about how cold and snowy it is, and how we’re looking forward to seeing colors besides white and black sometime in the future, hopefully. We all feel this way right now. And dwelling on it more is not helping me.
That’s when I took another drink of coffee, that may or may not have baileys in it, and I looked at my 13 year old Wirehair pup who’s been with me on countless fishing trips. In that moment, I reminisced about all the times we’ve had together on the water. Fishing dogs are awesome. Well, the ones who can keep their paws out of the fishy holes are cool. The other ones are cool too I guess, in a piss you off one minute then looking super cute the next minute kind of way.
We all know who you are (no names mentioned, Scout). Look at that fool in the photo. No, not the angler. Although he can be foolish too. The brown dog. The swamp poodle. Scout there. It’s taking every fiber of strength in that dogs shivering body to not launch in after his owner’s sculpin streamer. You may say, “but look how good he’s being in that photo,” and you would be correct for that exact moment in time but look at that thing again. He’s soaking wet. He inevitably jumps in EVERY SINGLE TIME. But Scout is a very good dog. He just can't resist the urge to cannonball into the water. I can respect that.
Then there are those dogs who couldn’t give a shit about the fishing, but that skunk hole or beaver den back down the river – now that’s a different story. They peace out and you spend the rest of the day yelling for them aimlessly walking around in tall grass fields with a fly rod, nowhere near a trout. You’re yelling obscenities and strange command phrases and generally drawing peculiar looks from other anglers (Looking at you, Mr. Bud). But aside from fishing. Mr. bud is a very good dog. He's quite possibly the ugliest dog I've ever known, but he's been my companion on the water for over a decade.