Anglers
Saturday, May 12th, 2007
We were at Kanagawa Prefecture. On our way back after gathering seeds of endemic tree species, we noticed several cars and SUVs parked by the roadside. They weren’t there earlier as we climbed the hill. We continued walking and I told them to go ahead. I know the way, and that I needed time to answer the call of nature in the bushes! Actually, I just wanted to go by the wayside, and see what’s in the woods. With the parked vehicles on the road, I suspected something’s going on in here. I just have to go look-see. I can’t help it. It’s like an itch that needed scratching
I went down a slope, which revealed moss covered rocks, and more trees. I went deep inside until I reached a clearing, and heard the murmuring river. There’s a rod being pulled. Aha, anglers! The vehicles were owned by anglers! I saw another by the bend, and yet another atop a rock. They have claimed their own spaces. And they fished quietly, and maybe talked to themselves quietly. So I left them alone. But I was expecting a gathering of a clandestine variety, of Yakuzas, and things like that….
