Nothing is greater than the perfect cast, which is why fishermen dream of such things for a lifetime. Nobel Prizes are nice, but everyone knows the world is full of smart people, which makes getting a Nobel Prize a little predictable. And cures for diseases pop up with increasing regularity these days. But the perfect cast, that most immaculate of all worldly acheivements, has no equivalent among anything which man does on earth. It is so rare, that in many languages, there is not a word for the perfect cast.
Fishermen spend anguished lifetimes fruitlessly attempting to execute the perfect cast.
They position coffee cans in front yards and tie bolts to fishing line and aim for the can, stepping back farther when they manage to plunk the bolt dead center. Fly fishermen read instructional books, studying shoulder-arm dynamics in their attempt to make the ultimate false cast. On the water, anglers will challenge overhanging branches above the water, gambling for that perfect lateral skip into the magic shadow where great fish live. Occasionally, these fishermen will indeed make very good casts, their lure descending gracefully exactly where they intended it to land. But it won't be perfect.