Lockdown sent me fly fishing … until I swapped distraction for action

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Ryan Krogh

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The emptied streets made even the water under Manhattan Bridge a perfect place to cast but after a while I wanted more

When New York City initiated its quarantine – when the subways emptied out and the restaurants closed up, when the well-off and well-connected abandoned ship, when the ambulances began howling down deserted streets – I went fishing.

Like an estimated 36 million Americans (at last count), I found myself out of work and with no immediate prospects. My wedding, scheduled for March, was postponed indefinitely. So, with the future on hold, I grabbed my fly rod and did what I normally do when it’s time for a timeout from the world: I hit the water.

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