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It seems fitting that my Dog’s name is Juneau. I named him after one of my favorite places in the world, Juneau Alaska. I spent 3 months living in Juneau, and there was something about the energy of the island that captivated me. Maybe it was the huge mountain in the middle of town, glaciers, the Salmon, the rivers, its Native American heritage, it luschious rain forests or just the sense of completeness I felt while exploring the rivers and forests. Whatever the case, my dog Juneau certainly has the soul of Juneau Alaska. He has been tromping through rivers with me since he was just a few months old. I was amazed, immediately, by Juneau’s ability to walk quietly through the water with me and stand on a rock with me for hours at a time. Of course, we have had our moments but all in all he is the best fly fishing dog I could have ever asked for. He loves it when I invite him to go fly fishing and hates it when I don’t. So, yesterday I invited Juneau to come up north with me to Maine’s Kennebec River. Of course, he stood with his nose basically pressed up against the windshield for the entire drive. When we got to the river he ran around for a bit and I let him get any pent up energy out of system. He then calmed down and as soon as we reached the river edge, Juneau stood quietly next to me at full attention. He gets worked up a bit and starts to shake when he sees rising trout and he gets very anxious if too much time goes by between fish. Juneau loves to feel as though he has some sort of responsibility to carry out when we are fly fishing. I don’t think he or I have figured out exactly what it is, but you should see how well he stares at the water and the fish. So, maybe he doesn’t really have a roll but I would never let him know that. As far as he is concerned, his presence is absolutely critical to a succesful day of fly fishing. Speaking of that, we had a great day. Interestingly enough, we caught most of our Salmon on dry flies. I was not expecting that, considering it is mid October. The Salmon were sipping the tiny natural BWO’s off the surface in a subtle fashion. In fact, it took me some time to even see the rises. The flies were so small, the Salmon barely left an impression on the water after sneaking a bug. I hooked and landed several nice sized Salmon and a Brook Trout. Juneau had a blast watching the Salmon leap out of the water. He was so well behaved all day and I really enjoyed my time with him. Since the birth of my son, Juneau has kind of taken a back seat. Yesterday he was in the front seat, literally. Thanks Juneau, for a great day on the water and for all your help finding, tricking and catching those fish. Couldn’t have done it without you.