Story and Artwork by Yoshikazu Fujioka

Soon after I began fishing, I caught a trout in the north of Kyoto, which just opened. I failed the casting but the fish caught my lure, which fell short of my target. I caught a fish for the first time. So I was excited and vividly remember the beautiful trout jumping on the lingering snow.

The leaves of the trees in the mountains begin turning rapidly when it begins (to get) terribly cold during mornings and evenings.

There are no signs of fisherman around the river and the stillness gets back.

The river looks lonely.

The autumn wind blows in trees.

Trouts are swimming in the deep river with fallen leaves. They look comfortable. They give signs of moving and stay at the same place. They notice I keep watching them and disappear into the depths.

Fishing is prohibited from October. Somewhat discontent, I enjoy taking a walk on the riverbank.

A big trouts seems to have finished the spawning and comes down the stream. And I find another pair of big trouts on the riverbed of the upper stream. I was surprised that I met them without notice.

I want to loaf about the river soon after the beginning of the closed season.

I feel peaceful by the quiet river.

I think new life is about to be born in the stream.