“Come on, Steve!” I pleaded, exasperated. “For the last time, Mij, I’m not going! Fishing’s for…old people,” Steve retorted, waving his hands as though he were trying to swat a fly away. Which, in all fairness, he probably was: me. “Well you don’t actually have to fish, you can just enjoy the pretty river and beautiful trees,” … Continue reading Dry Fly or Die: A Youth Mental Health Story