A fantastic cast: Mr. Technique I just gotta tell someone this story. Back in November, I had to take an old boy friend of my new wife fishing. He drove over here from Bellevue with his new girl friend and had dinner with us, then in the morning we went to the canyon below Roza. The girls had a little too much wine so they drove over much later, leaving me and Bozo on our own for the morning. He hadn't done any fishing for about 15 years when he had briefly been interested, bought a bunch of expensive equipment, and taken casting lessons at Kaufmann’s. As we headed down the bank, I pointed out that it could be good: there were nuptial flights of mahoganies in the lee of some bushes as well as BWOs on the water. But I didn't help him much other than that. Couldn't help him anyway, he all ready knew all about it. I couldn't figure out why he was standing in the shallowest riffle anywhere around, ignoring the tailwater and casting into 1” deep riffle. I was working the head of the deep pool below and he could see I was landing fish after fish, but he stayed in the riffle. The new wife met his girlfriend last week for a business lunch in Seattle. She was telling the new wife how much fun they had last time they were over, how we'd have to do it again, Blah, blah, how Bozo wants to learn more, but that he said I didn't have a good casting technique. Well, Hell, why didn't Mr. Technique catch anything then? The new wife says this fits his personality though. He's a ski racer that's obsessive about technique, and gear and actually skis beautifully. I wonder if he ever wins any races. I remember that day there was a breeze coming downriver and I was on the left bank. So I was casting mostly backhand with my right arm and putting a bunch of curve in the line with side arm to avoid lining the pool and accommodate a little jet of fast water in front of me. Sometimes aiming a little more upstream with a curve and a wiggle to get a good drift. I'd let the little BWO cripple straighten out straight below me so my line would be out of the pool, then flip it back up to the slot with one backhand. No false casts. No double hauling. Didn't need any distance. I don't think Bozo had any appreciation of what I was doing. The fish approved.