Chapter 9: Joja Mart
That sudden question caught Leon off guard for a moment, but he still answered honestly.
“I do like it.”
After all, fishing was the kind of hobby most men “unlocked” naturally with age. In modern society, hunting opportunities for ordinary people were virtually gone. Fishing was probably the most accessible form of hunting left—straightforward, simple, and able to give one the pure joy of outwitting and reeling in prey.
“Do you know how to fish?” Willy asked again.
“A little. Whether I catch anything depends entirely on luck,” Leon replied truthfully.
“No problem. The local fishing scene needs fresh blood like you. I have high hopes for your future.” Willy laughed heartily, patting Leon on the shoulder. Then he quickly ducked back into his house and soon emerged holding a bamboo fishing rod.
“I’ve had a good haul from my recent trips out to sea, so I can afford to replace my rod. This one’s a bit old, but it’s perfect for a beginner. As a welcome gift, I’m giving it to you.”
With that, Willy held the rod out toward Leon.
Leon glanced at it. Though the body was made of bamboo, it had everything—reel, lure, float—and the handle had been polished smooth from years of use.