I picked the rod tip up and swung it back to eleven o'clock, then snapped my wrist. The line flew out over the water, unfurling. At its maximum length, it settled on the water's surface with hardly a splash. I repaired the line, retrieving it slowly by pulling it in with my left hand as I held the rod in my right. Once retrieved, I prepared to cast again. That's fly-fishing, cast and retrieve, cast and retrieve.Cool water swirled around my calves as I breathed in the warm summer air laden with the scent of pine. Would I catch fish today? Did it matter? It was enough to be here and enjoy the so