Below is a compilation of my writings featured across the internet from Badger Tenkara, to
Fishing Hobs, Discover Tenkara, Tenkara Talk, and the newly created (as of 2015) Tenkara Angler Magazine. It has been a great pleasure writing for the budding Tenkara community and sharing my experiences, stories, and musings. I hope you enjoy reading these articles as much as I have enjoyed writing them!
Tenkara Angler – Spring 2017
Tenkara Angler – Winter 2017
So to jumpstart your own exploration of the seldom seen side of
Japan I have compiled a few of my more favorite yet out-of- the-way places
I have discovered.
Tenkara Talk – Kado-san’s Christmas Kebari
Rain is falling from the cold grey November sky. The pitter patter of the drizzle is only interrupted by the swoosh of passing bicycles and salarymen rushing home to warm homes and hot food. The Namerigawa River meanders peacefully through the ancient village that was once the capital of Japan. I stop to admire the black waters that shimmer as a million tiny droplets momentarily disturb the placid mirror-like surface.
Discover Tenkara – A first-hand experience learning Japanese bamboo rod-making
This past season was just my third as a Tenkara angler. In that short amount of time, one thing has become abundantly clear to me: I still have a lot of learning ahead of me (a fact that I relish). I like to compare Tenkara to skiing – you can learn it quickly, but mastering it takes a lifetime. This past summer I discovered Edo Wazao, the Japanese art of making fishing rods from bamboo. In a few short months I have met three bamboo rod craftsmen, but I have learned the most from Masayuki Yamano.
Tenkara Angler Fall 2016
I am particularly proud of this issue as nearly a dozen of my photos were featured including the cover photo!
Tenkara Angler Spring 2016
Seven weeks later, on the Marine Corps’ Birthday, I am sleeping in the back of a Sikorsky CH-53E Super Stallion helicopter (as soundly as one can when they are being buffeted by wind, intense vibration, and noise that does wake the dead) when I am awakened by bullets zinging through the hull. It is pitch black and I could only make out my buddy’s face, who is sitting across from me a mere ten feet away, when the flash of the door gunners’ machine guns lights up the cargo bay. I take off my helmet and sit on it. Welcome to Afghanistan! It is going to be a long seven months. I think to myself.
Tenkara Angler Winter 2015/16
In the years that I have pursued Tenkara I’ve caught several thousand fish. While I certainly
don’t remember them all, I will never forget the places that I went with my Tenkara rod.
Sometimes a special fish or a unique landscape comes along though and leaves a mark upon
my soul. The others become an amalgamation and collage of feelings, sensations, emotions,
and observations organized into one part of my brain – set aside for moments of quiet
Fishing Hobs – Lessons From A Fishing Guide 1, 2, & 3 (Website No Longer Functioning)
With my first season as a Tenkara guide under my belt I thought it would be helpful to share what I have learned. My hope is that at least parts of this post will prove to be informative and helpful – and not just to aspiring guides, but for those who enjoy Tenkara yet earn their bread through more conventional (and most likely more prosperous) lines of work. This is part three of a three-part article compiled by Isaac Tait, a Tenkara guide living in Japan who also chronicles his adventures in Japan on Fallfish Tenkara. The purpose of this series is to share some of the knowledge he has learned during his first season as a Tenkara fly fishing guide. Be sure to read part one and two beforehand.
Badger Tenkara Iwana Tenkara – A guest post by Isaac Tait
Niigata Prefecture is a place of immense beauty surrounded by rivers and nestled beneath mountains blanketed in cedar and snow. It is hard to believe that it is a mere four hours north west of Tokyo. After a caffeine-fueled late night road trip, we arrived at the camp-ground where the deer were whistling to each other and the crickets and frogs were chirping and croaking away. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the Milky Way shimmered majestically through the trees. We stayed up awhile talking and sipping on whiskey, and about 2am we turned in for the night.