A few years ago, as the wife and I were headed to Alton via Vermont, we noticed an older gentleman standing next to the road, fly fishing, as God intended. While I understand that this is quite acceptable behavior in Vermont, I would be a bit concerned about a fishhook whipping around me. We were amused, although not aesthetically pleased.
The experience did reveal why the good people of Vermont keep sending Bernie back to Washington; There's less chance of seeing him fly-fishing back home.