LOL - I usually have more bad than good.

But in 2004, just a year after learning the sport from my buddy (a Norwegian) I was invited over there to do some fishing. We fished Grayling near Alvdal and it was the last day of the trip. My cast had gotten better since my arrival, but I still was humbled by my mentor's casting skills.

I said to myself - There's one! Aw he's waaay out of your range. So I cast, and then cast, and then cast one more time. By this point, my buddy asked what I was casting at, and I told him a nice grayling rising just before the texas-crossing type dam.

He said, "you can hit that." I flung the griffith's gnat out one more time, put the fly about 4 feet upstream from the rise, watched it drift back, and SLURP! The fish was on. It was a 12 inch grayling, with a tag from the Ministry of Wildlife on it. Pretty neat, considering I thought he was out of range. That's probably my best cast. And it was the last fish I caught in Norway before heading back to Oslo and then the States.