- I had been nagging Rob for weeks to come fly fishing with me. "Come onRob – It will be fun!" I’d exclaim. I’d always get the same response:"I can’t. I have to study." Rob was pre-Med, and seemingly studied allthe time. I often took upon myself the arduous task of making sure thathe didn’t somehow become permanently attached to his Biology textbook,so I kept bugging. I also had an ulterior motive in that I had justgotten my first fly rod, a <a href"http:www.fishingrecreation.comarticlesviewSage-Launch-Fly-Fishing-Rod—Flyfishing-Rods-Product-Review">Sage Launch<a>, for Christmas about a month before, and was new tothe sport. I knew that Rob was a very experienced fly fisherman, whocould help me catch those picky trout that I had failed to catchearlier. One Tuesday we had both finished our classesearly. I pulled out my usual hardcore persuasion tactics: "Come on,lets go. You need a break" and "It will be a sweet adventure. Come on."Rob looked at the …