With Wings As Eagles: Craig P. Steffen's Blog

Erwin Megard would be proud

2009 June 04 08:27

I went on a big flying trip this last weekend to visit the parents-in-law. I will talk about the flying sometime soon.

While there on Sunday, we were down by the creek, and my MiL was playing with a really spiffy rod and reel setup that she got as a recent retirement present. I like poking at things to try to figure out how the controls work, so between the two of us we pretty much sorted out how all the bits worked and how they were different than her older rod setups.

In the process of trying this out, and casting, I ended up spending a little time fishing on the creek.

I was doing it initially to play with the reel mechanism, but it was sort of fun, so I went back up to the cabin, bought a one-day fishing license, and ended up actually fishing for a bit. Didn't catch anything, but it really wasn't a good time of day and I wasn't concentrating very hard, because there were lots of people that I wanted to talk to you that I only get to see a couple of times a year.

That was my first time holding a fishing rod with intent to get a fish for more than 20 and almost 30 years. When I was little, less than 10, I went fishing a couple of times with parents and grandparents, and also a few times with family friends.

I don't think I'll get into it much, since the last thing I need is another expensive and time-consuming hobby, but perhaps something to do from time to time when I'm on vacation.