He chewed up fly line, developed a taste for goose turds and generally made me wonder why I take him anywhere. He doesn’t come along on every fishing trip, but we’ve fished a lot since that first season. His nose is in most of my fish photos from that day. The same is true of the photos from our May trip up the Coeur d’Alene. They’re convincing evidence of a fact that snuck up on me this summer, a realization I should have seen coming.