I have a border collie/ something else mix who loves to sneak out of the yard, cross the highway and roam the banks of the North Fork of the French Broad River ... in search of rainbow trout. I guess he's seen me catching 'em, so he thought he'd give it a try.
I'm guessing he's a dry flea fisher.
Last week out intrepid canine angler brought Mrs. Koontz another rather stiff-as-a-dogbone fish that probably had been lying on the bank for a week or so.
I must teach that dog something about catch and release.