I have not posted on this forum in quite a while; since moving to Colorado. Fly fishing hasn't been as big a part of my life as it has in the past, and I have just recently understood why. The Colorado style of fly fishing is very different than what I experienced growing up in Washington. High stick nymphing with ultra small flies on small streams very rarely requires more than ten feet of line pass beyond the rod tip. I would be surprised if the average Colorado fly fisher could consistently toss 20 feet of line and do so accurately; most have never heard of a double haul. A co-worker approached me the other day with a 7'6'' three weight he had never used because he had no one to mentor him in the way of the fly. We went out onto the lawn behind the firehouse and I proceeded to show him how a proper loop should look. It wasn't long before this unfamiliar rod and I found harmony. Together, with a perfectly timed double haul, we were shooting nearly the entire length of the line across the yard. It was difficult, but I handed the rod back to it's owner. After about 20 minutes he was consistently tossing 30 feet of line. I let him be to figure some things out on his own, and as I watched him go through the motions of trial and error I realize just how much I love casting a fly rod. If catching fish were illegal, I would be content casting imaginary flies on any given body of water. It is the cast defines fly fishing for me, not the fly. It is peaceful, beautiful and serene; my favorite part of the fly fishing experience. I miss the Northwest, it's opportunities for big water, long casts and the swing; oh the swing! I suppose I owe many thanks to those who introduced me to fly fishing. Namely my 9th grade math teacher, Jeff Hale, who taught me to tie my first bugger 16 years ago. Because of this, I now pass my joy of casting a fly rod on to others. Cheers HAWK YEAH!!!