when i first went to Shibuya, i couldn’t believe what i saw. i saw guys at the train entrance chasing girl after girl. they were trying to get them to work at a hostess bar something like that. come to find out, that was called “scouting.” ever since then, the word “scouting” stuck in my mind.
i don’t teach the boys how to scout for girls because they should already know how. haha. just joking. but i teach the boys how to scout for fish. i tell them “jump in, look around, observe, and when you see a lot of fish, tell me and i will put down the anchor.” that’s my kind of scouting. rain or shine, it’s the same process if you want to find fish…
so the boys say “uncle, right here has some good caves, it’s about 60-80′ and super clean. i drop the anchor, jump in, and we take turns going down scouting for fish. 
there was this big cave with a huge GT in there. i went down, took a look, and the fish came right to me. i pointed my shaft at his head, took the shot, then he shook in the cave and broke the line. omg, i lost a big one!!!
i went down again and again trying to find the fish. the cave was deep and really dark. so you have to dive down 60′ plus, then crawl in a tiny entrance into a huge 20′ long cave. i tried and tried and couldn’t see my fish. luckily, the sharks, eels, or crabs will get him. i clearly remember where that cave was so i’m going back again… anyway, good job boys on the scouting!
