Crane Creek-back to the beginnings.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-Robert Frost

Not that the fishing isn't great, but the walk in is always the best part. 20 minutes of birds, squirrels, and anticipation. Cross the creek twice, have a cup of coffee while the fish settle down, collect your composure, then very quietly sneak to the edge...

Mental check list engaged; 
no sudden movements-check
back cast area clear(ish)-check
(did I close the garage door?)
focus on the target-check
line clear-check
enough out to load with out a false cast-check
(how big is that trout?)
focus on the target-check

It happens fast, but in a high-speed-camera-motion-stop kind of fast-let the line drift down stream, load the rod, push forward, change directions mid-cast, stop the rod tip short, pile on the slack, mend, then wait...rinse, and repeat. Unless..

That's the desired result. This is a small creek. So, you adjust your expectations accordingly. Your pace should be slow, you know it. But there's that pool by the bluff..It'll be there. Three, four, five more casts, one more diamond from the mine, move to the next pool. Slowly. Your mind can out fish your body here. But that's a mistake. Forgot to check your back-cast. 

Focus on the target-check...

Most men pursue pleasure with such breathless haste that they hurry past it.
-Kierkegaard