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May. Everyone's heard of guide dogs; but I have
become a real "guide" dog. That old man just doesn't know how to catch a
fish unless I point him in the right direction. Here I am trying to get
him to put that plastic worm a bit closer to those willow bushes. Every
once in a while he does it right and I get to lick all the slime off
those bass. Ah, yummy! |
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July. What "Dog Days of Summer". These days are
great. We head for the river at sunrise and in between fish I get to
wade and have a great time exploring the islands and shoreline. |
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August. This is one of my favorite positions as
we drift down the river. The only problem is that I fall in now and
then. I did make it through May and June without a nose dive, but I
showed my diving form in the other months. That water sure is cold in
January. |
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August. My man servant had some friends come out
to fish the river with him this month. I went along, and as you can see
I was a lot of help when it came to landing the fish. As much as I
tried, I couldn't catch this one while it was still in the river. I did
give it a good going over after it came ashore. |
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September. I approved the catch and release of a
smallmouth my mistress caught. Any nice river smallie returned to the
river, in this case a 17" fish, is worth a good smooch from a wooly
haired Boykin. |
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September. Before we can go home from the river,
I have to have my daily swim. I am pretty insistent, and always get to
retrieve the dummy while the fisherman is stowing his gear and
straightening out all those rods in his boat. I'm a pretty strong
swimmer, just look at that wake. |
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December. How do you like my "Punk Dog" look? I have come up with lots of excess hair, including that
cool tussled look to my forehead. The ole man wonders if the winter weather can be predicted by
the coat of hair I grow - sort of like the wooly worm caterpillars. Aren't you jealous of my look? |
