Go back to the past to be the fishing king

Chapter 146 8.1 meters, the legend of the frequency of long pole throwing
Through a series of bottom-finding operations, Zhang Yang found that the water depth of the four-meter five-pole fishing platform on the reservoir side was about two meters three-four.

From Zhang Yang's point of view, the water depth was a little deeper, and it was not easy to heat up. However, considering that the surroundings of the den were relatively flat and there were no obvious steep slopes, the fishing position was tentatively fixed.

There was no one around ten meters away, so Zhang Yang threw the bomb with his willful hand, and threw the nest material mixed with soil and wine rice into the pot, put the pole on the pole, and chatted with Xiao Yi.

I asked around when I was walking. Others made nests an hour and a half earlier, and I didn’t see any nests. The water is cold in spring, and the nests are relatively slow. Zhang Yang is also mentally prepared. Now at 07:30, at least an hour later All the mouths are qualified.

But the reality will never be changed by the fishermen's will, Zhang Yang thought it was good, and waited patiently for an hour, but there was no movement in the den.

Not only was there no movement in Zhang Yang's den, even the fishermen on the west bank didn't catch fish.

"Brother Yang, why do I feel that something is wrong with the fish situation in the reservoir today!"

Xiao Yi, who was sitting on the folding chair behind him, couldn't hold back, and asked in a low voice.

Zhang Yang was also a little guilty, the float was too quiet, not to mention a nest, and there was no movement of the small fish floating, just like a fishing group throwing a dime into the water tank.

Zhang Yang raised his head and glanced at the West Bank: "There is indeed something wrong! You stay here, I'll take a walk around and ask!"

Zhang Yang got up from his fishing position, strolled around and asked again in person.

After some questioning, Zhang Yang's heart became even colder.

There are at least 20 people in the west bank, and only one fishing friend caught a crucian carp weighing about half a catty with a [-]-meter long pole.

Back to the fishing position, Zhang Yang looked solemn.

"Did you ask clearly? What's going on?" Xiao Yi asked curiously.

"Nine times out of ten, it's a guy! It's going to be Xuan today, and no one on the west bank has caught a real fish. Only one uncle anchored a crucian carp with a [-]-meter long pole!"

"Damn it?" Xiao Yi was slightly taken aback when he heard Zhang Yang say this.

The next guy’s words can be regarded as the local dialect, which translates to the meaning of artificial interference and trouble.

Zhang Yang nodded: "I'm just guessing! The nest is enough to make a nest! You have come so far, and you can't go back in less than two hours!
I'll change to a long pole, and then go to other places to make up a few holes and try! "

After saying this, Zhang Yang put away the 8.1-meter pole, opened the rod bag, and took out the longest [-]-meter fishing rod in the bag.

This 8.1-meter pole is the proofing material that Zhang Yang asked Mrs. Xinda to order from a fishing rod manufacturer last year.

After I got it, because there was no suitable fish situation, I only went into the water once, but I didn't expect it to be useful today.

Zhang Yang took out a set of main wires from the accessory box, made a pair of 1.2 large wires of 2.4 meters [-] on the spot, and replaced them with a [-]g mixed buoy. After a busy work, the new poles were adjusted.

Using an [-]-meter pole to test the water depth, the depth difference is about [-] meters and [-] centimeters, which shows that the slope of the reservoir root is not too big, which makes Zhang Yang firmer in his guess.

In the next half an hour, Zhang Yang unpacked two more packs of wine and rice, carried the pole to the east bank and the south bank, and made a mud wine rice nest respectively.

After finishing all the busy work, return to the current position of Zhidiaotai and continue to wait patiently.

After watching for another hour, the time on the mobile phone was almost 10:30, and there was still no movement on the north bank where Zhang Yang's fishing spot was located.

"Fuck, I still don't believe it, such a large reservoir was connected to the rod the day before yesterday, so can you take a bite today?"

Zhang Yang waited a little impatiently, and walked towards the east bank again with the pole on his shoulders.

It was around ten o'clock in the morning, the sun was high, and the outdoor temperature was at least ten degrees Celsius. There has not been any sudden change in temperature and pressure in the past few days.

With an unyielding spirit, Zhang Yang quickly came to the punctuation point on the middle waist of the east bank where he had made a nest in advance.

I saw Zhang Yang glanced at the red worm bait hanging on the double hooks, his forearm was driven by his forearm to shake violently, and he used his cleverness to accurately throw the fishing group to the punctuation position for making a nest.

The hard work paid off. After changing the position on the east bank, the double hooks were in place for less than 30 seconds. Zhang Yang saw the buoy make a small movement of slightly upward and half-purpose.

"Damn it, it's a mouthful!"

Seeing this small movement, Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief, it doesn't matter what kind of fish is in the nest, as long as the float responds, it is better than not moving at all.

I haven't finished talking to myself here, the ink is blotted out for a few seconds in the floating movement of the top slightly, and suddenly there is a forceful pause of about half an eye.

The mouth is not big, but the next pause is powerful. Combined with the prelude action of floating ink, Zhang Yang judged that this should be an entrance floating face, and decisively raised the pole to exert force!

The power is transmitted to Zhang Yang's palm through the underwater fishing group, through the fishing group and the pole tip, and the fish is caught!The power is not too great, but the hook hits the mark!

Zhang Yang, who had been looking forward to it all morning, immediately raised the pole and used the waist strength of the pole to push the fish out of the water.

The scales are snow-white, like a pure wild crucian carp.

Zhang Yang raised his arm and dragged the crucian carp to the shore against the water skin. Holding the fishing line in his left hand, he caught the fish with the open rod in his palm.

The crucian carp was bought, and the chill was astonishing. The water temperature in early spring was too low, so Zhang Yang was clever.

Looking closely at this fish, it has a fat body, a thin mouth, and a slightly round head. It can be seen that there should be no shortage of food in the reservoir. This fish is much fatter than the big crucian carp caught in the wild river.

According to visual inspection, the first crucian carp will be about seven or eight taels.

"Xiao Yi, come here! The pole is on! Bring the bucket here!" Zhang Yang took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Xiao Yi who was still on the North Shore.

Xiao Yi has been staring at Zhang Yang's side with the camera in the distance. After receiving the news, he got up from the chair with a grunt, and walked towards the east bank with a small bucket.

Zhang Yang held the fish with his left hand and was not willing to let go. After checking the double hook bait, he held the pole with one hand in his right hand and swung forward.

The double-hook fishing group entered the water, and the float remained silent again. Until Xiao Yi came over with the small bucket, there was no second bite.

However, Zhang Yang was already feeling a bit down at the moment. The fish came up at [-]:[-] a.m., which meant that there were fish in the dens, and they would definitely open their mouths. The potential for fish on the east bank far exceeded that on the north and west banks.

Seeing this, some people may ask, is it related to the eight-meter long pole?

Zhang Yang's preliminary judgment has something to do with the length of the pole, but it is not the main reason!
Because there are also fishing friends on the West Bank who use [-]-meter poles, but so far they still have no mouth.There must be other effects at play besides the length of the pole.

No matter playing in a reservoir or a black pit, any fishing sport is like doing a math problem, analyzing and judging known conditions, and then verifying to find the final solution (fish catch).

Yesterday and the day before yesterday, the fish situation was ok, and there was no sudden change in the temperature and pressure environment. After excluding the natural factors, Zhang Yang can only analyze the human factors.

The short pole has no mouth at all, and the long pole can still anchor to the fish (7.2 meters) or catch the mouth (8.1 meters). According to Zhang Yang's own experience analysis, the biggest possibility is that the owner of the reservoir area sprinkled fish along the shore. Fertilizers, or electricity slipped out.

No matter what the reason is, if the fish don't stay aside, the fisherman has nothing to do. He can't find evidence, and he can't argue with the reservoir owner. Fishing is a hobby that is willing to fight.

But now that the long pole has a mouth, it means that there is a glimmer of life, so Zhang Yang decided to challenge for a while.

After watching for another 5 minutes or so, Zhang Yang made a teasing movement of gently provoking the tip of the rod, and the float gave a slight pause again, and then quickly rose up.

Pause first and then top float, the crucian carp is dead and floating, Zhang Yang raised the pole again to stab the fish and hit the second fish!

"Did you catch the mouth-eating action just now?" Zhang Yang asked while raising his rod to stalk the fish.

"Don't worry, the light is very good, and the floating face is very clear!" Xiao Yi said with great certainty.

The second fish was a size bigger than the first one, and Zhang Yang roughly estimated that it weighed about a catty.

Carefully lifted the fish out of the water, unhooked it and threw it into a small bucket, Zhang Yang handed the pole to Xiao Yi, and walked towards the fishing spot on the north bank by himself.

There is a mouth on the east bank, so there is no need to hold on to the fishing position on the north bank. It was another busy job, going back and forth twice, and Zhang Yang moved all his equipment over.

The fishing position was re-established on the east bank, and the two fish in the bucket were also poured into the fish protection. At this time, Zhang Yang did not rush into the fishing box to continue fishing, but took out the bait basin and got busy again.

"Brother Yang, what are you doing again? Didn't you make a nest?" Xiao Yi was a little confused when he saw Zhang Yang's series of operations.

Zhang Yang grinned, unpacked a thick and fishy trial crucian carp bait and poured it into the basin, then added a little extra super-attractive ingredients and wire drawing powder, and started stirring it deftly.

"The nest is too slow to make a nest, I will add some food to it!"

Zhang Yang gathered the bait to the side of the basin swiftly and waited for a few minutes before the silk came out.

A few minutes later, Zhang Yang gathered the bait into a ball and squeezed out the air, gently opened it to check the condition of the hair, and confirmed that the hair was coming out, he took the food box and started to work.

"Didn't you say it's okay to use the worm mouth? Why did you change the bait again? You still drive so many, such a big bait, it's enough for a day!" Xiao Yi still didn't understand Zhang Yang's thoughts.

"One day? Try to get in two hours! The red worms have a good entrance, but the fish luring effect is poor. I didn't bring a loose gun, so I used bait to make do! I'll see if I can draw the fish over!"

Zhang Yang held the sub-line, and pulled the double hooks on the outside of the bait ball casually. Two baits the size of thumbs were pulled out, and then he started frequency throwing.

Yes, you read that right, the 8.1-meter long pole, the throwing frequency, an average of about two shots per minute.

If you were an ordinary fisherman, it would be difficult to accurately throw an [-]-meter pole to the den, not to mention the frequency of throwing.

However, Zhang Yang didn't notice this difficulty at all.

Zhang Yang casts the pole slowly, sitting firmly on the fishing box with his buttocks, and his movements are standard. Ten poles, at least nine and a half poles, fall within a range of no more than [-] cm around the den, which is extremely accurate and efficient.

The frequency of throwing the eight-meter-long pole is more than an hour.

With this ultra-high frequency, Zhang Yang had used up most of the large lump of bait on the bait tray, so Zhang Yang turned around and took out the rest from the basin again, gathered them together, and continued to cast.

During the one-hour throwing, Zhang Yang was always paying attention to the floating movements, but it was about the same as he expected, and the probability of small movements was very low.

The action of giving the fish in the mouth is only once an hour, and it is almost 11:30 now, and there are only three crucian carp in Zhang Yang's fish protection.

However, Zhang Yang had already made a preliminary judgment on these situations when he planned to use the long pole to throw the frequency to lure fish, and everything was within his estimation.

Another half an hour later, at exactly twelve o'clock, the alarm clock on Zhang Yang's cell phone rang.

This was the time Zhang Yang had set in advance. After hearing the alarm clock, Zhang Yang threw the fishing rod into the water again, turned around and got off the fishing platform, and bent down to pour a cup of hot water from the kettle.

Originally, it was just a normal movement of turning around to drink water and take a rest, but unexpected changes suddenly occurred at this time.

There was only a light brushing sound behind him, Zhang Yang's material pole was directly dragged by the fish, and stuck in the position of the pole after being hung on the pole.

"I wipe!"

Zhang Yang put down the water glass and turned around, grabbing the fishing rod.

Fortunately, okay, the rod stopped and was not pulled down!
The spell of turning around and turning around, lighting a cigarette and urinating to catch fish is perfectly staged!

Before the fish ran away, Zhang Yang slowly raised the pole.

It was still crucian carp, more than half a catty in size.

When unhooking, Zhang Yang took a glance and found that the fish swallowed the hook relatively deeply, the hook had already hung in the throat, and the wire drawing powder bait residue on the hook could still be clearly seen.

"It's so dangerous! I almost dragged it down!" Xiao Yi also sweated.

Zhang Yang grinned: "I have a hunch that there are fish in the den! Set up the equipment again, and I'm going to start performing the connecting rod!"

After saying this, Zhang Yang took the bait and pulled a large commercial bait, hooked the red worm bait, and threw the pole into the water very chicly.

Zhang Yang had reminded him, so Xiao Yi naturally made adjustments immediately, and as expected, when the first shot went down, just as the float was in place, there was a clear pause.

Zhang Yang lifted the rod with a pause, and hit the fish accurately!

"Is there really a fish? Isn't this amazing? There has been no movement for so long!" Xiao Yi couldn't help muttering.

"You think my frequency of more than an hour is for nothing! I have the material for this episode!"

What Zhang Yang said is indeed correct, the material for this issue is indeed available.

After switching back to the red worm bait, Zhang Yang began to frequently catch fish under the sunshine at 12 noon in April.

The size of the crucian carp that the owner of the reservoir area told the fishing friends on the West Bank is indeed not mixed with water. They are basically big crucian carp weighing more than half a catty, and occasionally you can meet big ones weighing more than one catty.

Zhang Yang swings the 30-meter pole vigorously, and in less than an hour, he has already caught more than [-] fish.

Now, Xiao Yi, who had been leisurely for half the morning, also began to enter a fighting state.

Long-range full-body shots, close-up half-length shots, close-up photoshoots, and fish-back shots, in short, Xiao Yi happily shot all the content needed for the video material.

Zhang Yang's battle situation was getting better and better. The fishermen on the other side didn't pay attention at first, and whoever was the first to lose their composure moved towards the east bank with their fishing equipment.

(End of this chapter)