For two years in a row, I have missed going fishing on the official mountain stream fishing opening day, March 1st, in my house place, Iwate in Japan, due to staying overseas in order to experience new things: below -20 degree Fahrenheit in Chicago, being ink-colored over my whole body in Nepal and so forth. Today was the first fishing day of 2019. It had been forecasted getting over 18 degrees Celsius and over 9.0 wind m/s in Miyako two hours away from my house but turned out 4 degrees Celsius. It seemed fair enough to fish in the Spring season.
The river looked sky-blue colored because of thawing snow a bit, which reminded me of a difficult fishing day of 2018. However, the calm and beautiful river, earth-smelling wind, white powdered snow, and frostbites in my fingers, everything was breathtaking: might be even a relaxed sigh. Yes, I am ready. I felt connected to nature.
After five casts, the first fish dragged my pilot lure, Ryuki 45S. I was unsure whether it was a fish since the moment happened much earlier than I expected. My first fish was Yamame (Oncorhynchus masou). She was tiny, thin and colored unhealthy but much braver enough to chase and attack my up-and-down jerking lure than other huger wimp-fish. With the highest respect, I got her back in the stream.
The river remained silence for one hour giving me suspicion about the existence of fish so that it made me put my camera in the water. Needless to say, it did not provide me with any clue at the time since the video could not be checked without a computer. It was alright, I was full of satisfaction.
In the end of today’s fishing trip, the second and last guest showed interests in my lure, BTK Swimmer 2. I tried to put all my skills into the next cast: accurate dropping, pausing, jerking, etc, but he did not take it. I gave him a short break. I was thinking and putting a tripod with my camera behind. One minute passed. BTK was flicked and dropped in closer to the mainstream, and after lifting up my rod once, he accepted the lure without any hesitation. I netted him and shouted loud to express my happiness.
Plenty of lines from his body towards the end of his tale were as if representing strength indication among a school of fish. He was Iwana (Salvelinus pluvinus).
I lost myself and found new myself in nature: I like fishing. It was a nice start to the season.
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