It was a certain sign of spring to spot this man and his dog fishing. Not for young seals basking on the ice, or dolphins further out, but for ? sea bass, trout? I must find out. The quiet loyal dog was the thing…it didn’t bark as Frank, Daisy and I walked across the bridge on the trail. It just kept an eye on us, letting its owner stay contentedly in his “fishing zen” space. dogs, masters, fishing…