The front lights of the building shook, and then a slight sound of brakes came. I woke up instantly and saw that my phone was already four o'clock in the morning. It was still an hour before we agreed to set off for fishing. It was a little early. Since I hadn't been asleep all night, I would just get up.
sneaked out of the room like a thief, lit a fire and cooked a bowl of noodles, and even the soup and water were under, I forgot to add salt. I didn't care, so I quickly carried my fishing gear and rushed to the gate of the community to wait for my friend's car to pick it up. Just as I was about to take out a cigarette and light it, I heard the sound of the car window falling from the sidewalk. Hurry up, why are you smoking? Oh my God, he was earlier than me, and it seemed that he had been waiting for a while.
ran all the way and came to the shore of the fish-raising lake with a few thousand acres at 6:30. I thought I could get the first place, but there were many fishing friends earlier than us. Several good fishing spots were occupied by them early.
My original intention was to catch fishing for tilted mouths, red tails and other small fish, so I chose a position close to the willow tree with a depth of about two meters, and took out four meters and five long seven-star floating car rod , and stumbled the line, adjust the water depth, make a nest, and wait for the fish to hook it after the regular operation of hanging bait.
The sun is gradually rising, and more and more fishermen are used. My fishermen on both sides use large rods of eight or even ten meters, spoonfuls of corn to make nests, corn hanging bait, long-size line, and fishing rods whip and shouting like big whip, and they are very busy. After a few hours, the float was still moving, and the neighbors also had little effect. Occasionally, fishing for a small mouth caused a scolding of "calling your grandpa".
Since the fish are on a hunger strike, the fishing friends will visit each other, walk around, talk about their fishing experiences, and analyze the weather and fish situation. The most talked about is the famous Deng Gang master in the fishing industry. He made a lot of money by himself, but he caused other anglers to suffer a lot and also caused the price of corn on the cob to soar.
I walked around and came to the feeding machine. When I saw a bucket of pelleted fish feed, I took a few handfuls of it to the fishing spot. My cerebral infarction was all hit by the seven stars. Whether the fish comes or not is its business, I will not be idle anyway. [I want to be Jingjing][I want to be Jingjing] Don’t say that, I have been busy with the earthworms for a while, and I have caught a few yellow teeth and small crucian carp .
Qixing float gently tapped again, and then slowly sank into the water. I raised my rod and immediately bent my bow. The fish dragged the fishing line and buzzed. The sound of cutting the air-cut strings seemed to give the fisherman a morphine injection. In an instant, my heart beat faster, my blood was boiling, and my head was blank. No wonder fishing was addicted to it, it felt so good. The fish like a bull rushed left and right at the bottom of the water. Sometimes the line was to make the reels hot, and sometimes the rock was still moving, so you could toss it. I really suspected that I had caught a submarine.
Ten minutes passed, and the fish had no intention of coming out of the water. The fishing friends gathered around to watch the fun, talking and talking, some said it was a big grass carp or carp genitals, some said it was a fish tail, and some were capable people must be a big green fish . Anyway, the melon-eating people bragging and not breaking the law, and they are not afraid of big things.
My friend came over to help with the copy network and reminded me to be more at ease and be careful of the explosion. In fact, I didn't listen to anything at this time, but just repeatedly reminded myself in my heart to relax, relax, and be anxious. The rod is the No. 2 line No. 8 hook. The new line 50 meters on the reel was checked repeatedly yesterday. I slipped through it for an afternoon. Either the fish died or the rod exploded. I will never let it go.
Another ten minutes passed, but the fish still had not seen its true face. The onlookers began to bury me. Your four-meter-five-meter pole is too thin and your waist is not strong enough. The fish doesn't move at the bottom of the water, and you can't pull it just by weight. This is the rhythm of going to be dark. What's more, some people sat next to me and kept their cigarette in their mouths, and they wanted to see if they were fishing or fishing. Gradually, I felt a little exhausted, and my hands holding the fishing rod began to tremble. When will this end?
Another ten minutes passed, and a fish tail as big as a banana fan was finally thrown out from the water surface fifteen meters away. Wow, big bluefish. The onlookers shouted in unison, and the anglers who were diagonally opposite the distance of 100 meters were even shaking their flags to cheer. My friend took the fishing rod from my trembling hands and continued to stalk. It seems that we have to have another mermaid battle before we can see the final result.
After forty minutes, the fish head finally poked out of the water, and a mouthful of choking water was two feet high. The big fish opened and closed, as if asking, are you tired? tired! Are you convinced or not? Clothes! Next, I encountered the problem of how the fish got ashore when the net was too small and the fishing position was nearly two feet high from the water surface. I used the copy net to scatter a few times and barely entered a big fish head. Two-thirds of the fish's body was still wandering outside the copy net. The fisherman next to me took a copy net and took it into the tail. Two-thirds of the fish, one-third of which were wrapped around the fish's body, finally making it difficult for it to move. The friend held the fishing rod in one hand and pulled the fishing line in the other. The three of them worked together and lifted the big green fish off the water with a hey sound. The three of them were in aligned, and the power was not balanced. I was blaming me for being impatient and exerting too much force, which caused the fish head and tail to be high and low. With a clang, the fish head slid out of the net and fell into the water. The frightened fish rushed into the deep water with all their lives. There was only a firecracker-like explosion, and the fish rod was broken into two sections. The part containing the reel fell to the ground and was pulled by the fish. At the critical moment, I quickly looked at the towel I used to use for fishing and wipe my hands. I held the fishing line firmly in my hand, spreading the river with the big bluefish. But losing the elastic buffer of the fishing rod, the fishing line in my hand broke with just two rounds, and I saw the seven-star floating arrows galloping away, falling into the water in the distance without a trace.
At dusk, I put my rod back home. I was so sorry to jump all the way back. Grandma's, go buy an eight-meter-large rod immediately and pair it with a big horse line. I don't believe that the rod can break the line again. Forget it, my friend said, do you think the big fish is still waiting for you tomorrow? It is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to catch a big fish. If you encounter something that is hard to come by, you will just be destined to accept it.
It was already past eight o'clock in the evening when I got home. My wife listened to my nagging and ran away with a fish. She said, I was so surprised. Are you fishermen idiots? They are so hard, they eat worse than pigs, they get up earlier than chickens, and they get home later than cows. What exactly is the purpose? If you ask me, I can't understand it. I still want to go next weekend anyway.
