My grandpa’s car always smelled like fishing whenever I got in. That might sound a bit vague, but to put it simply—it smelled like fish. Maybe it was proof of just how much he loved fishing. He often took me along with him on fishing trips. Back then, I was still in the lower grades of elementary school and didn’t know how to fish, so he’d teach me as we caught things like horse mackerel together. I learned about *sabiki* rigs from him too. My grandpa especially liked and was good at catching halfbeaks and barracuda. With how much he fished, it totally made sense that his car would end up smelling like fish.