Not every day everywhere, but our waters do offer world class fishery for
those with good fishing and observation skills.
Not just in the north or in the south, we have versatile fishing opportunities
in the middle also. Lovely little Yamame and Amego in the mountains, and
even in the urban waters there are challenging breams to sight cast to.
Growing up in a fisherman's village I confess to have taken lives of too
many innocent creatures. Yes, I am a sinner with horrific track record
with a priority seat reserved in hell.
But in the remaining time of mine, fish are messengers through which we
get connected with elements of the world.
Stretching over 3,000kms north to south, we are blessed with versatile
fishing venues and target species. We can swing streamers for salmon in
Hokkaido the north, or cast poppers for blue water big games in Okinawa
the south. A priviledge we should be proud of & take better care.
The legend has it that on the day of Creation, eight million Gods and Goddesses
descended down onto the blessed land of 'Yamato', in what later came to
be called Japan.
In a world where submission to the elements was nothing but way of life,
their entire lives must have circled in a constant touch with higher beings.
It is of no surprise that their fear and respect led to the birth of animistic
religions.
With all those great cause and excuse, guess what, we go fishing. Thanks
to the rugged topography and rich precipitation, we have fair share of
worthy fisheries for such a land so small.
Centuries and millenniums gone by, most of us their contemporary descendants
are living daily lives not heeding the presence of holy spirits. Now let's
close eyes and listen to the silence, if that's what it takes to wind back
the time.
