I always went fishing with my dog, Gracie Belle, and when we would come back in just before the dock there was a bridge and an old black man was always fishing under the bridge, His last name was Jones, I just called him Mr. Jones. I would call out to him , you need any fish I have a few in my live-well and he would jump up and meet me at the dock and I would give him what I had and he always petted Gracie and if he had any wienies or other goodies that he had in his lunch bag when fishing. So we traded out food for Gracie for fish.
If I was fishing on another lake or some other ramp on the lake he was at, I didn't keep any fish, I always threw them back. If Mr. Jones wasn't there when I came in I would let the fish go at the dock. I only kept them for Mr. Jones, He was a nice old man who I found a liking to.
So, that how DOG - FISH - JONES came about.

P.S. I heard Mr. Jones passed away about two years ago. I knew I had not seen him in awhile and I ask another guy that was fishing under the bridge about him, and he said that he passed away. I wished I would have know that, I would have went to his funeral for sure.
Mr. Jones passed away, Gracie passed away this past June, and I do not keep any fish when i come back in. I always look over there when i come back in and remember him and Gracie would always be part of my fishing trip.