An American Guy

An American guy sits down on a boulder by a stream in the mountains of Japan. He unbuttons the breast pocket of his jacket and takes out a can of Swedish-made snus. It's a paperboard can with a shiny blue label. The tobacco has juniper berry oil mixed in with it. It's pretty good. It was a pretty good stream, too. He'd caught three brook trout, released two and kept one that appeared to be a little lame. A car drove onto the bridge upstream and the driver slowed to watch the American.