Maybe we would have fewer visitors if more folks realized that there is fish right out their own back door. The New York Times has an article that says… I realized that I could fish every day, even while living in New York. Anyone could. It turned out that my book editor, whom I already knew to be a fellow fly-fishing obsessive, had been staking out a spot on the Bronx River, a place where he could fish for carp regularly without jeopardizing his career or neglecting his newborn. I caught a huge brook trout in a little creek running by a Toyota dealership on Long Island. I had a Tinder date in which we went fly-fishing in Prospect Park and then got happy-hour margaritas at a place on Vanderbilt.