So me and that dog of mine went fishing (again) yesterday, spent most the day out there under the full sun. I swear I've gotten dark quick, startin to look like the halfbreed I am! Anyways, the fishing was slow and I had time to get some pictures of stuff and just enjoy the day.
So onto the point. Fishin folks are generally enjoyable people, but every now and then ya find one thats a little fieldsour.

We were walking up to a differnt spot over by some trees and we passed this older guy packing up bout to head out. I stopped and asked if he'd had any luck, he said not for the past couple hours. We talked fishin for a minute longer before he picked up his fishin pole and his bucket and headed toward the path we were on. Bout that time he saw Twitch.

Twitch can be a bit intimidating sometimes, she's dark and serious and she has a very hard stare plus she's not one to put off much sign of being friendly or mean. The man froze and said "That dog friendly?" And I said yes. He said "Good, I'd hate to have to break a pole on her." And I told him 'I'd hate for you to have to do that too...'

He went on about dogs for a minute, things along the lines of "I like dogs, but only my dogs." and  "I dont trust that one" and on and on.

He inched over to us a little bit, obviously very unnerved by Twitch. And since he was acting so skiddish, Twitch was a little unsure of him and she gave a very low 'uff'. Thats her way of saying she aint sure about the sitiation, its almost a whisper. The man goes "That aint no way to be friendly, you ever been hit with a bucket?"

Well that kinda irked me....
I said "Heh, it would take alot more than a bucket to stop her, or a pole for that matter. This dog was raised round steel toed boots and horse hooves, she's tough as they come and about as quick too. And yea, she's been hit with buckets before, and bricks and branches and boots and poles, cow-kicked by heifers and horses, stomped by mules and bitten by coyotes. I dont think a man with a bucket concerns her much."

So I get a little touchy about my dog...

Anyways that backed him down a bit and he stayed to chat for a few more minutes and then went on, and we went on into the shade to kick back awhile. Later on another fisherman stopped by and talked awhile, talked to Twitch, told me bout his yellow lab that had just passed away, which is always sad.

Theres all kinds of folks in this world, most are good, a few aint. I can tolerate most of em less they start messin' with my dog.