Written by: Dave Hosler, Pile Cast
When Finn came to live with us about a year and a half ago, I was determined to have a dog that could go fish with me. At eight months, he was a holy terror on the water. That’s not hyperbole. He sucked in the boat. He sucked while I was wading. He just plain and simply sucked at listening. He saw action and had to get to it.
I was at my wits’ end with him, but then something happened, and now he’s actually pretty cool to be around. It’s fun to watch his giant dog body and his still a puppy brain fight it out daily, and friends even sometimes comment on his awesomeness. He might act like a horse with rollerskates on sometimes, but he’s getting there. If I’m truly honest, that makes me feel pretty good.
I don’t really want much out of life. I already have an amazing and very understanding wife, a job that allows me to pay my bills, a nice house in a great area, a truck, and two great dogs. One loves water and one feels the same way about water as I do about stubbed toes. If you’re not greedy that’s all it takes. Your mileage may vary, but a good dog can make everything great.
So, take a dog fishing. I did that. It was pretty awesome. I’ll let the pictures do that talking.