Today is an absolutely beautiful Spring day in New England and I decided to head down to the river and practice my casting.
It had been 10 days since I last practiced so it took a little while to reacquaint myself with the technique that I "perfected".
At some point, I had an Eureka moment as I figured out what I was doing wrong and made the correction (OK it is more like corrections). From then on the line unfurled in front of me to the location where I aimed (not every time but more often than not). That feeling was the same as when I figured out the problem with my golf swing and the ball went straight for the first time. I could go on and describe the "feeling" and get all weepy but I have a reputation to uphold. I will say this though: I now have a deeper understanding of the attraction of this sport.
I am now officially "hooked" on this thing called fly fishing and I haven't even caught a fish yet.
I may go back today after The Masters ends.