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fishing in Yamanashi

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Today I joined the headhunter who placed me at my current gig in a fishing trip. He introduced me to the CFO of another life insurance firm when he picked me up at a train station a half hour from our place, and the three of us made a day of it.

We were fishing a river with stocked trout and yet I managed to catch absolutely nothing. After the sun had set, the CFO lent me his fly-fishing gear and I had a couple of fish on the line briefly but landed neither. I didn't know how to use the gear, which didn't help.

I did bring home half a dozen fish from the others' excess. They were quite tasty!

I was a bit disappointed not to have caught anything of my own. Last night I cycled a 16km round trip to a fishing tackle store and asked their recommendation. Because I already had a spinning reel the fellow set me up with an ultralight rod and some tiny spoon lures, but despite trying a variety of spinners, softbaits, and even scented baits I could see the fish ignoring everything I tossed in the water. I'm now looking at flying fishing gear, of course. (It does seem to be surprisingly cheap.)

On the whole, I was very pleased at the opportunity. All I'd done was ask my headhunter friend's opinion on fishing spots on the Tamagawa and instead he put together this trip! 8^)