Wow, Twitter's still a thing? Anyways I'm Diablo some call me Dio or Deebs, I'm a small time Youtuber. I like Anime, Memes, cute things, and Ork-Maxxing.
America. I came here for a fishing rod.
A simple thing.
A stick. A line. A hook.
In Japan, this is how you speak to a river.
Quietly. Patiently. With humility.
You lower yourself to the water.
You wait.
The fish decides.
I walked into Bass Pro Shops.
I could not find the fishing rods.
I found the guns.
Many guns.
A wall of guns.
Floor to ceiling.
Side to side.
Gleaming and waiting —
the way a cathedral waits.
Not for you to arrive.
For you to finally understand
why you came.
I stood there for a long time.
And slowly, I began to understand.
In Japan, to catch a bass, you use a rod.
In America, to catch a bass, you bring overwhelming force.
This is not fishing.
This is a declaration of intent.
I picked up a rifle scope.
I raised it slowly to my eye.
I looked through it toward the lake outside the window —
the still, glittering, unsuspecting lake —
and I saw it clearly for the first time.
The enemy.
The employee appeared beside me.
I did not hear her coming.
This impressed me deeply.
She had training.
"Can I help you find something?"
I lowered the scope.
I looked at her.
She looked at me.
"I am scouting the enemy," I told her.
She nodded.
Without hesitation.
Without confusion.
She has done this before.
Everyone who comes here has done this before.
This is what you do
before you fish in America.
I left with no fishing rod.
I left with no gun.
I left with something heavier —
a new philosophy,
settled into my bones
the way a long war
settles into a soldier
who has finally seen the battlefield
and understood
that the battlefield
was always inside her.
A kunoichi does not fish for bass.
Bass Pro prepares the kunoichi for bass.
Is this normal?
Please explain American fishing to me.
I am ready to learn.