High above the surf - and I mean high, like several hundred feet - a small knot of anglers were wetting their lines over the edge of the (barely) two-lane Amalfi Highway. We had just crossed over a deep cleft in the rock where the bridge spanning it was the original Roman construction. We continued through a tunnel in the promontory that was blasted open as part of Mussolini's nationalization program when we came upon the group.
I have always enjoyed fishing - especially fly fishing using flies I have tied mayelf - one of the more active styles of fishing. I just might buy this gadget below for a day when I'm in the more sedentary mood necessary for baitcasting. But what I saw there along Italy's Amalfi coastline looked a little precarious than anything I've tried in a while.

I am not sure what they catch there - although I would wager that the long haul up from the water might make anything look like the dried fish in the market.
Anyway, I don't think I'd use the Wheelchair Fishing Pole Handler in that spot unless I knew my rope was tied off well and I had somebody sitting in belay position in case I caught anything heavier than an anchovy!
Posted by rollingrains at March 30, 2006 04:33 PM