Whereas I, on the other hand, managed to get my comedy routine caught right on camera.

There was a deep pool right in front of where I'm facing here, and it held several nice grayling. All of which continually refused any interest in the multiple flies
I offered them. The biggest one sat right at the head of the pool, below a ledge, and seemed to be watching the incoming current for morsels of food. I cast over
it probably 25 times, with no luck. As one of the guides was walking by, I commented on that fact just as my fly passed over the fish one more time. At that
moment, it turned around and darted DOWNSTREAM to catch the fly. After a spirited tussle, I landed it.

So I hand my camera to the guide, lift the fish and smile, for the usual hero shot. At which moment the fish leaps from my hands and over my left shoulder.

This is me twisting around and trying to catch it before it hits the water...