The BC Fish Eye

Time to move on . . . 

Bill has been telling me for about two years now about his favorite fishing partner.

She’s this good lookin’ gal, whom he takes up to Grouse Creek with him on his Tuesday night outings.

Once they’ve parked alongside the road, she follows him faithfully to the creek and then leads him from pool to pool, keeping a close eye out for the possibilities:  a VERY close and focused eye.

Her name is Kiwi, and, yes, she does love her Folger’s coffee cans and her big blue ball and keeping her horses in line when they’re in the barnyard here at the Lovestead.

Ask her if she wants to go to Grouse Creek (actually not far from where she was born), and Kiwi is all smiles and ready to roll.

We have found that Kiwi is multi-talented when it comes to Border Collie instincts and attention to detail.  Doesn’t matter if it’s a horse or a ball to be kicked or a bunch of fishies swimming in a brook, she reports to work at a moment’s notice.

And, we could put together a pretty impressive resume for Kiwi when it comes to fishing with her friend:  always on time, thinks ahead, serious-minded, stays on task, does not get in the way, intuitive, loyal, respectful, etc.

Last night Foster, Kea and I drove up to Grouse Creek and spent some time watching Kiwi and Bill in action.  

While Bill tends to his “duties” of casting, catching and releasing, Kiwi watches the line and the fly, sometimes a bit impatient when Bill takes more time than usual between casts.

“She doesn’t really care about the fish once they’re caught,” Bill told me, and that was apparent.

 

“Just get that fly back in the water,” her eyes suggest while looking toward the sky behind her to see the line sail into the water one more time.

Bill is most impressed that Kiwi knows exactly when a pool has seen the best of that night’s fishing.  She then moves on and locates the next pool, waiting patiently for Bill to catch up with her.

As for Kea and Foster, they could have cared less about the fishing.  Just being there in the great outdoors of Grouse Creek and watching their friends in action was enough for them.