"Fred" wrote in message
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A long time ago a good fishing friend had a Springer Spaniel -
Real cute - loved the water- and she knew her place perfectly as ballast
for
a canoe.
We fished Squam Lake in NH
The three of us in the canoe - the dog was up front Gary in the rear and
me
in the middle - just paddes
Salmon - we got a few

So
Just thinking of a resucue dog Brittany or Springer Spaniel...
............

All of our animals are real happy and friendly so... I do not want to
upset
that

Has anyone had experience or ever have one of these cute critters?
And more to the point has anyone gone fishing with one?

Thanks
Fred

Hi Fred,
Our first dog was a Collie cross Border Collie. Indi was her name and she
was treated as part of the family... slept inside, ate good food, loved
chocolate, etc. Drew the line at her pinching the roast beef tho.

We used to take her every where - even on our honeymoon in a pretty country
town where incidentally the rivers held a good stock of wild trout! For the
best part Indi was well behaved - on the leash walking, sitting quietly as
we enjoyed a meal at a sidewalk cafe, all was good.

Indi loved the water, hail, rain or shine. She'd even retrieve sodden
sticks that sank to the bottom of the stream. We all had a ball and she'd be
yelping and prancing and always be reluctant to leave.

Here's one story.
We decided to have a romantic picnic by the river, set up the blanket, food,
etc. Enjoying our time together. After an acceptable time with the Missus I
got the spinning rod and she(Indi, not the Missus) thought all her
Christmases came at once! She chased every cast, couldn't even fool her with
a false cast and the cast in the opposite direction. Gave up casting in the
pools and went to try the faster water thinking she'd have enough sense not
to jump in. Hmmmmm, she did have alot of blonde fur, the playful yelps
suddenly stopped and she gave me one of those "Oh-ohh" looks as she was
carried down stream at a great rate of knots. The Missus was in a panic (to
this day I'm still not sure how, but it was my fault.), dropped my rod, ran
down stream catching up to her then passing her but running out of bank,
crossed the river, filling my thigh waders, turned round, took the Sumo
Wrestler stance and plucked her out before she went down a big rough
stretch.

We got back to the car ok. As the Missus was still reeling from the shock of
it all telling me how dangerous that was and how irresponsible I was etc,
Indi was ready to go again bringing sticks to throw and my thoughts started
to wander (as they do) - it was then that I realised Indi may not be the
best fishing companion.

Indi lived to a ripe old age of 15 and was a great old pooch.

Rob.