I'm a creek fisherman. So I'm not interested nor concerned about flicking a fly the length of a football field.
I move along slowly and as quietly as I can, sometimes dropping my cast to drift under the willows and brush along the banks where my quarry lies in wait of a bug falling from the branches above. Or working out a nice roll cast.
The places I love often don't allow even a short routine.
Nope, not interested in competition. I only compete with the fish, and who can outsmart whom.
And the more they win, the more fun it is.