Elvis told me that he needed to get out, by standing with his front feet on my lap and staring me in the eyes.
“What do you want?” I asked. He led me to the garage door and stood waiting for me to let him out.
So Sunday evening I took him fishing. I selected a convenient spot next to the boat ramp and began fishing with a streamer that I’d tied. Those who know the river have caught some very large trout in this stretch of the river.
A few years ago I’d done some swift water training with Sophie and Dakota at this location, although this stretch of the river is particularly dangerous. The water looks calm but is quite swift and large whirlpools occasionally form, and the only boats launched in this area are power boats and jet boats.
Another fisherman arrived and fished for a bit without any luck. He had his 3 kids with him and Elvis waded with them around the launch. After they left, Elvis paddled around and explored the banks, but then became bored and I spent as much time tracking him down as I did fishing.
I called it quits when the boats began coming back in, since they would have spooked any fish and the water carried my line around to where they were loading.