There is no place Rob would rather be. The rivers call to him. The fishies taunt him. So when he has a chance to break out his fly-fishing pole and spend an afternoon on the water, he is not about to turn it down. Fish or no fish, his best days are spent with a line in the water, the sun charring his neck, his legs immersed in water. To him, there is no better way to spend a summer day.