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Chris Bishop
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My dog has now got so into going fishing he becomes unbearable from the night before if he sees me sorting the rods out, making traces etc.
The words fishy fishy send him hurtling around the house looking for his lead.
When he was small, I enjoyed having this timid little puppy with me. Other anglers would come and pet him and tell me what a lovely, well-behaved dog he was.
Now he's nearly two years old and a total nightmare. He jumps for baits when you're casting. Sometimes when he's bored, he'll pick a rod off the rests and try and run off with it.
If you're playing a fish, he'll jump in after it. He's even landed in the net just as I was about to pull a fish over it.
Last week, I put one back and he chased it down the margins straight past a bloke in the next swim.
"Ere, right, I just seen this pike go bow waving right under my rods and your dog was chasing after 'im..."
He takes an instant dislike to some other anglers and attacks them on sight.
One of my mates feeds him, so instead of sinking his teeth into him he kept going up and crapping by his rods today. Then he went and cocked his leg on his bait bucket.
He squared up to the bailiff, who said: "You don't want to go biting me boy, because you don't know what you're gonna get back..."
The dog mulled this over for a second or two, decided he had a point, turned round and bit me instead.
"Ha ha ha Bish me ole podna, that's the biggest bite you're gonna get all day," said m'learned friend, pissing himself laughing, as I clasped my hand to stem the bleeding.
I want to go out without him tomorrow, but he's seen me getting some stuff ready and he's already crashed out next to my rucksack.
Sometimes, when you go fishing, you hanker after peace and quiet.
If I can get up early enough, I might be able to sneak out of the house without waking him up.
The words fishy fishy send him hurtling around the house looking for his lead.
When he was small, I enjoyed having this timid little puppy with me. Other anglers would come and pet him and tell me what a lovely, well-behaved dog he was.
Now he's nearly two years old and a total nightmare. He jumps for baits when you're casting. Sometimes when he's bored, he'll pick a rod off the rests and try and run off with it.
If you're playing a fish, he'll jump in after it. He's even landed in the net just as I was about to pull a fish over it.
Last week, I put one back and he chased it down the margins straight past a bloke in the next swim.
"Ere, right, I just seen this pike go bow waving right under my rods and your dog was chasing after 'im..."
He takes an instant dislike to some other anglers and attacks them on sight.
One of my mates feeds him, so instead of sinking his teeth into him he kept going up and crapping by his rods today. Then he went and cocked his leg on his bait bucket.
He squared up to the bailiff, who said: "You don't want to go biting me boy, because you don't know what you're gonna get back..."
The dog mulled this over for a second or two, decided he had a point, turned round and bit me instead.
"Ha ha ha Bish me ole podna, that's the biggest bite you're gonna get all day," said m'learned friend, pissing himself laughing, as I clasped my hand to stem the bleeding.
I want to go out without him tomorrow, but he's seen me getting some stuff ready and he's already crashed out next to my rucksack.
Sometimes, when you go fishing, you hanker after peace and quiet.
If I can get up early enough, I might be able to sneak out of the house without waking him up.
