The volunteers, Dave S. Frank B, Marcos E, and I showed up to educate the students how to tie a wooly worm.
Coffee, scones, muffins were enjoyed while we waited for the sign-in desk to be manned. While waiting we got a visit from the police. I guess a bunch of guys drinking coffee at the flag pole is not a common event. When we reminded him that he was one of our moving fly casting targets the last time we were there, he remembered us with a laugh and went back to his regular duties.
OK, we forgot 3 bobbins, and 100 hook. The video camera had the wrong cables. And then the fun started. 100 sandwich baggies loaded with the ingredients for the fly. About 30 teenagers in 3 different classes. 3 roamers, and a loud bald guy in the front, with a running commentary.
During the first class we timed it perfectly, and only had 2 minutes to spare as we were able to get two sets of students at each vice.
The second class we had about 5 minutes left, and Marcos attempted to explain the math behind profiting from fly tying.
One the last class of the day, we were a well-oiled team. Roving through and getting the tyers help as they asked for it, we had a ton of time left, almost 12 whole minutes.
Some of the neon colors that we used would get the attention of just about anything, fish included.
This was a great way to introduce younger folks to our sport. Without this some of them would never even consider fly-fishing.
Then Charlotte G. our teacher, showed us the homework assignment, budgeting a fishing trip. I thought this was a great idea, and could only get them to put more thought into what kind of fun there is to be had.