Go back to the past to be the fishing king

Chapter 37 Who are the two people in the middle waist of the North Bank?
In W city in 2012, the game of black pit was still in a relatively primitive embryonic state, and the amount of fish cast by the boss was relatively small. Unless the fishermen were very lucky, it was generally difficult to experience the connecting rod of carp fishing. Fish love.

Most ordinary fishermen spend tens of dollars to fish, and they are quite satisfied with catching three or five fish, stealing a donkey and catching one or two.

At that time, the carp connecting rod was a very luxurious experience.

Zhao Bingguang has played with the pole pit many times, and this is the first time he has experienced the irritable fish feeling when he throws bait into the water. He was so excited for a while that his right hand holding the pole couldn't help shaking.

People who don't fish don't know how to catch fish on the connecting rod and how exciting it is. It's a feeling of blood boiling and adrenaline soaring all over the body.

Old Zhao caught six fish in a row on the edge of the nest on his side. The cigarette in his mouth had already burned to the filter, and he didn't even bother to spit out the butt of the cigarette, and his left hand was shaking when he took the bait.

Zhang Yang noticed his abnormality, grinned and said, "Don't be so excited! It's a small scene, it really won't happen!"

"It's so much fun! Let alone 120 for this fish, it's worth charging [-]! I have it again!" While speaking, Lao Zhao picked up the pole again to stab the fish.

However, he was a bit unlucky with this shot. As soon as he pulled the fish out of the water, it was unhooked and ran away because the hook was too thin.

"Fuck! I'm in a hurry to catch my mouth, I shot the slingshot and ran away!" Old Zhao muttered.

Zhang Yang reminded: "Take a break, the pace is a bit fast, you can also rest and rest after making up a few nests! The fish are in the nest, sooner or later it will be ours, and they can't escape!"

"Okay, follow your command, then make up a few more holes!!"

Under Zhang Yang's reminder, Lao Zhao and Zhang Yang repaired the nests to lure fish to increase the density of the following fish, rubbed bait to catch fish, and caught a few carp from the dens, firmly controlling the fish feeding rhythm of the dens.

After fishing for a while, Lao Zhao had caught fifteen or six fish back and forth with a carp rod tuned to Sanqi, and his right arm was already sore.

"I can't, I can't, I can change it to yours! The [-]-meter pole is a bit soft, and the connecting rod has been so long, my arm can't take it anymore!" Lao Zhao, who had been addicted, couldn't bear it anymore, and reminded Zhang Yang to change.

"Then take a break and help me mend some nests! I'll catch a few!" Zhang Yang replaced the bait with rubbing bait on his next shot, taking over from Old Zhao.

Even though Lao Zhao caught twenty small fish from the den, the density in the den was always under Zhang Yang's control. When they were caught, new fish would be lured in by the triangle cannon. Lowered too much.

After Zhang Yang changed the bait rubbing and started to take the fish, he started to catch the fish on the first shot, and it was another smooth and smooth movement of controlling the fish and returning to the fish.

Lift the pole for one round to push the fish out of the water, then trot along the water skin and pull it to the feet to copy the net.

Holding the net with the left hand, the head of the net is stretched forward and pulled, and the fish is copied into the net as if pulling a drawer, then the left hand is withdrawn, the ankle is hooked to the net pole and lifted up, and the head of the net is resting on the fish. On the mouthpiece.

Hold the pole with your right hand and raise your arm to tighten the main line. Straighten the line with your left hand. Press on the hook handle to remove the hook easily. Then throw the pole into the water with the bait on the double line. Respond to the protection.

Compared with Lao Zhao who occasionally makes mistakes in running fish, Zhang Yang's success rate in catching fish is much higher. With the same drift and timing in a row, Zhang Yang entered and guarded six fish, and all the hooks were hooked. The position of the twelve o'clock on the front of the fish mouth is exactly the same.

After the connecting rod caught eight fish, Zhang Yang consciously slowed down the pace.

The mouth of the fish in the dens is a little slower, which means that the number of fish schools has decreased, and it is necessary to continue to mend the nests to lure fish, otherwise it is time to stop fishing for a while.

"Change mine?" Lao Zhao asked upon seeing this.

Zhang Yang shook his head: "Don't catch for now! There are fewer fish in the nest, and the fish will be scattered after fishing for a while! The south bank has also started to catch fish. Let's draw [-] rods by ourselves, and grab all the fish around. The fish that come over are all snatched into the nest! The second half of the fishing!"

"Okay, listen to you!"

Having suffered a lot from not listening to Zhang Yang's reminders in the past two times, this time Lao Zhao obeyed the orders and listened to the arrangements very well.

It is said to draw fifty rods, that is fifty rods, double-hook triangle gun, lift the rod at the end, and follow Zhang Yang's throwing frequency as much as possible.

When a person concentrates on doing one thing, time passes quickly. Lao Zhao doesn't know how long it has passed. When he habitually lifts the pole and adjusts the line again to prepare the triangle gun, he finds that he is full of energy. A box of loose guns was used up during the high-frequency pumping.

"Xiao Zhang, how many shots have we drawn? Let me wipe, I have exhausted all the loose cannons in the food box!"

This is the first time that Zhao Bingguang’s black pit fishing has happened. No matter where he fished before, there is always a lot of bait left before leaving. A full basin of bait is drained by frequency, but this is the first time for him.

Zhang Yang grinned: "I have 43 poles here! You should be around 37! There is still bait in the bait basin behind you, so feel free to use it boldly, if it is not enough, I will open it again!"

"The frequency has been dropped by you so much! I'll chase a few more shots!" Lao Zhao muttered, turned around and picked up the bait from the bait opening pot and put it in his food box, and continued to smoke wildly.

At this time, more than an hour had passed since the fishing started at [-]:[-].

The effect of increasing the number of fish released is very obvious. All the fishermen on the south bank opened their rods and lowered their guards, and at least four or five fish were caught.

There are fewer people on the north shore, and it is relatively cheaper. Fishermen in the northeast and northwest corners have seven or eight fish in their homes.

However, a total of [-] catties of fish was caught, and so many people caught it. Most of the new fish put in at this moment were snatched out by fishing friends.

Gradually, the movements in everyone's dens became less and less. Zhang Yang knew that for ordinary fishermen, today's fishing season for fish is over.

The following fish situation will become slower and slower until tomorrow morning, and there may be fish that have rested and recuperated overnight and continue to open their mouths.

Everyone's fishing season is over, but it doesn't mean that Zhang Yang's fishing season is also over.

The frequency of [-] triangular cannons per person, and two people fishing for a nest, that is the bait feeding amount of [-] triangular cannons.

In the fishing environment where soft sticky rubbing bait was commonly used for fishing at that time, the fish luring effect of so many triangle guns was very obvious.

So, after eight o'clock, when all the fishermen's dens in the pit were basically turned off, everyone found that Zhang Yang and Zhao Bingguang, who were in the middle of the north bank, were still fishing very fast at the moment. One of you and one of me were always fishing.

Qian Wenbo, who was sitting next to Wang Jun on the south bank, relied on the [-]-meter-five pole's advantage in gliding the fish, and successfully overshadowed Wang Jun next door and turned Wang Jun off.

But his catches are not too many. After all, there is a platform terrain at the [-]-meter fishing point, but the [-]-meter fishing point is inclined, so it is relatively impossible to gather nests.

Qian Wenbo noticed the situation on the other side, took out the cigarette case and smoked while turning his head to his companion and asked in a low voice: "Old Duan, do the two buddies at the middle waist of the North Shore know each other? It's already at this point, and they are still jumping!"

(End of this chapter)