Parachute Ant
King's River Caddis
About The Author
Nobuyuki Kawano:
  I was born in Hakata (Fukuoka), Kyushu, Japan, a small old city nestled by the sea and surrounded by hills. Growing up I had fun catching fish in the river or in the pond. Throughout high school I became fascinated by biology and the mysteries of nature, and in college I decided to study medicine and became a neurosurgeon. In 1974 at age 31, I started an assignment to Kitasato University Hospital in Sagamihara City, Kanagawa. It turned out to be a rather desperate life, comparable to the television show ER. So a dream came true when I was relieved from doing emergency operations at the hospital, and sent to NY to conduct brain tumor research in 1979-80.
  Before returning to Japan I traveled the Western United States and Canada by car for one month, and I had a chance to fish for salmon in the Campbell River, Vancouver Island, Canada. A scene remains vividly before my eyes till now. A good sized salmon I finally hooked at the end of the day dashed for about 100 yards making the high-pitched ratchet sound loud when it jumped in the air showing its entire silhouette against the background of the setting sun. It was really like a picture! It turned out to be such an exciting experience for me, that I made my first of two groundbreaking decisions shaping my life: "I will quit golf. From now on I go fishing."
  For about a year after coming back to Japan I went after big fish with spin casting and bait fishing. Once I was invited by some of my friends to start fly-fishing, but at the time I seemed to sense a somewhat arrogant flair surrounding some of my friends, just enough to let me decline and say "No, thanks. I have plenty of fun spin casting." And then, on a summer day in 1981, early morning on a boat in the middle of Lake Ashinoko, I ate my words. All around me hundreds of trout were rising to feed on natural flies. It was completely wind still, and the water surface was flat as a mirror. I had thrown all the lures in my tackle box at them, and I did not have a single bite. This is when I made my second decision: "…it's a must. I start fly fishing."
  The experience on the lake caused me to devote myself completely to my new task. It was like the flood gates had opened and I confess reluctantly to somewhat obsessive behavior. When this trait takes over, other things in my life become unimportant. The greater the challenge, the more I feel motivated to persevere, and this time, my case was a bad one. I was haunted by fly fishing to the bone. I spent my free time exclusively on fly fishing, it was simply a 100%, no more, no less. And on weekdays, after toughing it out as a neurosurgeon, I read and wrote fishing articles at my office till late at night. This life style continued for more than 20 years.
  I believe that now, two years after my 60th birthday, I show a little more composure in my attitude towards fishing. Recently I was comforted by a French saying on the jacket of a book, and although I do not speak French fluently, I can understand the meaning by consulting a dictionary.
The Duke of Choiseul said in 1761,
"La peche est ma folie”,
translated it means "Fishing is my Madness". It appears, that Fishing Madness has claimed many people in many cultures for many centuries!
  The author, who claims his primary occupation to be that of a fly fisherman who occasionally writes fishing articles and receives a little manuscript fee. He is also a Brain Tumor Pathologist, President of Isobe Clinic, and Guest Professor of Neurosurgery at Kitasato University School of Medicine in Japan.
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