The creek is only a few strides across in some places, and heavily wooded, so there's not a lot of backcast room. Harris told me there were plenty of fish in the creek, and they're decent sized--he has brought 26-inchers to net--but they're spooky. That meant the first cast had to count. In fact, we crawled up to the water's edge in a few spots so our shadows wouldn't alert the fish. What gave me the most trouble was getting enough line out to make the proper cast while working sidearm, and my fly often landed just shy of the best moving water. Harris suggested that I let the current take my line downstream to load the rod, lift the tip, and flip the line directly overhead in one swift motion. My distance and accuracy improved surprisingly fast, and for the rest of the day I got the fly in the zone more often.