One last stab at fishing. So far, no catches, thank heavens. But, it's inevitable she will catch something at some point. Just like the hunting. I still feel guilty about the squirrel hunting.
We only tramp the river on weekends now. No time at all on weekdays.
But the River always makes it worth it.
Low river means no fishing. We have to struggle over the stones, just to walk the banks now. Ellie enjoys short dips that enable her to move from one side of the river to the other. She drops out of sight in the tall grass, until I whistle her up again. Then it's back into the shallows to return to me.
It's all low river. Every fisherman said there were no fish to be had. We even saw an eagle just swooping over the river. No luck. Even though I finally figured out that Ellie has been fishing when she swims out to "nothing,", there was no fishing Labor Day Weekend.
Each week I really miss this stuff.
Ellie is such a ham. On Sunday, she was constantly mugging.
And why not? The good weather put me in a wonderful mood, too.
Not like Saturday, when the gray day dampened even the spirits of the local wildlife.
Funny how I never see many kingfishers anymore. Are we the ones scaring them away?
All that swimming and wading. Ellie fished and hunted to her heart's content. 
Ellie went her own way, coming only when I whistled for her. It's been a week without much exercise for both of us, leaving her eager and pushing the envelope, and me terribly lame and struggling. I felt bad for her and on the way home I stopped at the boat ramp for some pictures (under RiverHag--Ellie wasn't interested; she poked at the shoreline out of sight.) 
Occasionally venturing into the water. Now, this is not swimming. If you see any pictures with her tail straight up, well, she's wading.
I won't encourage her swims near the boat ramps. The water is too deep for me to safely retrieve her if she floats away. And the Chemung River in the Elmira city area is treacherous, with currents and undercurrents that claim lives every year.
The river is low, but this part is still dangerous for a little doggie.
That's Jones Island behind Ellie. This part is very shallow, and we can wade back and forth. The water doesn't even come into my hikers.
The only thing we don't especially like is the hard-scrabble area, where the newly high and dry rocks make for tough walking. Ellie instinctively heads towards the grassy parts.
