Ooops! Forgot that I took my Pram seats down to Koffler’s for Joe to do some work on them. Here we were getting ready to go fishing with no seats. No problem, we have camp chairs. time to improvise, I figured.
Now, it’s about time I went fishing and just had simple fun. That’s what I imagined when I first saw a Tenkara Fly Rod several months ago down at the Caddis Fly in Eugene.
Tenkara. Here is a little information gleaned from my initial research. Tenkara is a method, perhaps a little philosophy thrown in too, that has been employed in Japan for several hundred years. Don’t know exactly how long. Key element that immediately attracted my attention and admiration is the simplicity of Tenkara fly fishing: no reel; just a rod with a relatively short line tied to the tip of the rod.
Tenkara fly rods are long, say in the 11-13 foot range. The lines attached to the rods are about the same length as the rods, and tied on to a short cord, called an illian, which is glued to the tip of the fly rod.
Here’s another thing about moderrn Tenkara fly rods: they telescope from the 20″ range out to the full length of the rod. I know, it might sound gimicky. but I have fished so many places on small streams and large, where the best cast was the close cast.
Seeing that Tenkara rod in the fly shop got me thinking going back to some of my old trout fishing haunts with one of these finely tapered rods, a line of about fifteen feet, and a little fly to skitter on the surface.
Just a week ago, I asked Chris to order me a Tenkara Amago. At 13′ 6″, this rod is advertised as the Tenkara rod for larger rivers and larger fish. My main goal was just to tie a string on the rod, round up my young son Jackson, and head out for an evening of absolutely no-fussing-with-tackle fishing and fun.
We did just that.
I will be exploring the Tenkara fly fishing philosophy and fly rods more very soon; I think it has wonderful potential. For now, no specs, no details, just a short pictorial review of the evening.
There wasn’t much time for snacking, what with all the fishy business going on. The Tenkara rod was a delight to cast. We managed only one (honest) easily sorted-out tangle during the evening. Jackson put the fly out and twitched it just the way the wily fish demanded.
I tried to get us back to the boat ramp before dark, but Jackson gave me the “common dada, let’s make a few more casts.” One cast led to two, the fish kept grabbing into the twilight, and soon it was dark, again.
Jackson and I carefully removed the line, de-telescoped the Tenkara, and put our prize in its case. A little west of Lebanon, Jackson fell asleep, just like his big brother David did twenty years ago.