This weekend I attended a flyfishing workshop put on by New Hampshire Fish and Game.
Ten lucky people got picked. We were taken from the Hike Safe card mailing list – a hike safe card is essentially NH insurance so that *if* you need to be rescued while hiking and *if* you have the card *then* you won’t be charged for the cost of the rescue.
I had applied for card last summer in advance of Griffin and my walk from the New Hampshire/Canadian border to the New Hampshire/Massachusetts border – I figured that you could never be too safe right? A rescue is a rescue even if it’s on the side of the road.
Because I had done that, I was one of the lucky ones to be invited.
I had done some flyfishing when I was young and one evening well after dusk had arrived, I cast my line and when I felt a tug reeled it in to discover that I had hooked a bat that had been flying over our heads.
That was the last time I had gone flyfishing.
But what the heck, I’m game for a new experience.
So I said yes. Continue reading