Mountain, river, and lake.
The environment where I had grown up was naturally rich. It didn’t very take time by the time I was absorbed in the charm of fishing.
First, I was absorbed in the crucian carp fishing in the brook by my house. As I clung to something until the sun grows dark. One day, my father took me to a distant river a little. It was the Oe river (in Gifu Prefecture) if I thought now. Then, I meet “Black bass” there. I was ten years old. It had power, and my body and mind were taken to this game in above all. There are only lures of my attachment in my tackle box though there weren’t a lot of numbers of lures as today. The lure was an American lure. I began to come to feel various discoveries and the doubts while I casted it tens and hundreds of times a day. “This lure is a long ages more. “”Why don’t it move so?”. At the same time, I began to make the lure by watching and imitating. And, the first my handmade lure was completed. However, it wasn’t moving easily. It doesn’t move why. Then, why don’t it move, and I kept making the second, the third repeating the trial and error. The inquiring mind made me advance ahead. First, though it was not possible to fish, there were gladness any more. However, if I only wanted to fish, I was sure to have done different how to fish.
I remember still now. On an ordinary evening, I threw away the satchel, and faced the river soon. The purpose of the lure completed last night is cast. An unexpected impact started casually the lure that was Cast. I remember still clearly at the moment. “Impression” to fish with a handmade lure is my Roots. ROMANMADE had started since that time.