As some of you know, I'm an inveterate fly fisherman, mainly saltwater fishing after Mullet and Bass and I also tie my own flies. I use this as a form of therapy when in the middle of the night my brain is seething with self-loathing and I can't sleep.
Instead of dark suicidal thoughts I fill my head with the intricacies of outsmarting a fish with a little bit of deerhair, etc on a hook. As I tie, my dreams become those of flicking out a fly onto a gloriously sunny sea and landing a huge Bass so eventually I'm relaxed enough to actually sleep...
However now the seas have warmed up and the predatory fish are active I can actually get out and fish for them! The dog finds somewhere comfy to lay down and watch as I wade out into the surf and cast at the fins I can see carving up the surface of the sea as they chase their prey.
The combination of the right fly, the right cast, and in the right place and I can get a Bass chasing my fly as I retrieve... I don't always hook one, but the excitement of the chase after minutes of rhythmic, almost hypnotic casting has to be experienced rather than described!
A good day at the beach wearing waders and a floppy hat, casting a self-tied fly, and landing a nice Bass for dinner is better and far more therapeutic than all the drugs and the counseling sessions they can give.
Perhaps I should start a mental health fly fishing clinic? 
