When police finally caught up with him in September last year they found more than five hundred items of women's underwear in his home. A goodly haul, but no doubt only a small portion of the bounty he had amassed from the time he started snatching smalls at the age of 18.
Narrator: Akira Hino -- Portrait of an Underwear Angler.
Akira: Now that’s a girdle there, notice the fastenings around the waist? I managed to hook that one through the eye of the fastener. And over here we have a corsage, you don’t really see these so more, but one time they were all the rage.
Interviewer: And you caught all these yourself?
Akira: Actually, some of them were my father’s specimens. He was the one who first taught me. In fact, that’s how he met my mother. He was hauling in a pair of knickers he’d caught and lo and behold! She was still in them. Ha ha!
Interviewer: Quite a catch, then!
Akira: Quite a catch indeed! Now, over here – I don’t know if you’ll have ever seen one of these before, except in certain rather exotic publications…
Narrator: I am standing in Mr Akira’s trophy room. His catches from over thirty years of underwear angling look down from the four walls. Negligees, camisoles and petticoats have been lovingly mounted and hung up with garter belts, or jockstraps for the larger items.
Akira: I don’t display too many bras, you’ll notice.
Interviewer: No, I see that, why is that?
Akira: Well, it’s mostly small fry you get around here, A and B cups – I tend to throw those back. But I did once catch an E cup – very rare for these waters.
Narrator: Akira bemoans the fact that his underwear catches seem to be getting smaller of late.
Akira: I mean these days it’s all thongs and g-strings, I don’t understand it. Why do people wear such skimpy underwear?
Interviewer: You prefer to hunt the larger game underwear then?
Akira: Oh yes. In fact I used to hunt whalebone corsets with a harpoon. That’s been outlawed now though of course.
Interviewer: I was going to say, you don’t see too many women wearing whalebone corsets these days.
Akira: No, they’re an endangered kind. Hunted to near extinction!
Narrator: I was then shown the jewel in the crown of Mr Akira’s collection.
Interviewer: Now that is quite remarkable. Those are bloomers?
Akira: Bloomers, yes, a six pound pair. The largest I ever caught on reel and line.
Interviewer: A marvelous specimen.
Akira: Took me forty minutes to reel ‘em in. They weren’t coming off easily, I can tell you.
Interviewer: You must be very proud.
Akira: Oh, I am. Mind, you should have seen the one that got away. A beautiful five foot petticoat, salmon pink.
Interviewer: It got away though?
Akira: Yeah. Gave me the slip.
(knock at the door)
Narrator: Just then, we are interrupted by a knock at the door. It’s the police.
Policeman: Akira Hino?
Akira: Yes?
Policeman: We’ve had some more complaints from your neighbors about their underwear going missing.
Akira: Ah yes, I have it all in this bag here, officer. Don’t worry, it’s all washed and clean.
Policeman: It was washed and clean already, Mr Akira, that’s the problem. Your neighbors just want to be able to hang out their laundry in peace.
Akira: What? I have to make a living, don’t I?
Narrator: I ask the police if they are able to be more accepting of Akira’s eccentricity.
Interviewer: Officer, Mr Akira claims to have a license for his underwear angling.
Policeman: Let me ask you one question, sir. Did you ever hear of a license to fish for underwear?
Interviewer: Well… I must say I haven’t, but-
Policeman: That’s because there isn’t one. They don’t exist.
Interviewer: Then how has Mr Akira been able-
Policeman: Frankly, we’ve turned a blind eye to Mr Akira’s “angling” as much as possible. The fact is, he’s been rather overfishing his quota lately.
Interviewer: Wait. So there’s no underwear fishing license but there is such a thing as a quota?
Policeman: Right, that’s enough questions from you, sunshine.
Narrator: There’s no doubt that Akira is one of the last of a dying breed of urban underwear anglers. Though he believes there may be other avenues to explore and is now fishing for a new angle.
Akira: There’s a whole world of things to fish for. Stamps. I could fish for stamps. Or religious pamphlets. Something like that.
Interviewer: Would it be the same?
Akira: No, it wouldn’t have the same thrill, but… I guess there’s not much room for an old time knicker-fisher like me in this day and age.
Narrator: Akira Hino. A man who wears his heart on his sleeve… and his underwear on his wall.
