It’s also a humbling experience because it reminds me what a lousy fly fisherman I really am. Fly fishing requires precise control and accurate casting, techniques which are only developed through extensive practice. I don’t practice enough, but when I find myself on a beautiful western river, casting at a trout I just saw rise, I suddenly wish I had. It always goes the same; The first day I cast terribly, but as our trip wears on, I begin to improve (slightly). By the time we have to leave to come home, I’m starting to get the hang of it, but then it’s over.