The stalemate lasted about two or three seconds before the fish underwater turned back. Zhang Yang only then felt the force lessen a bit, gradually relaxing his mind.
The first fish isn't a big one, with a 1.5 line, there's not much of an issue.
Zhang Yang exerted full force to arch the fishing rod and began to reel in the fish.
After a few rounds, the strength weakened more and more, and a carp weighing over three pounds was thrust out of the water by the rod's prowess.
The golden scales and bright red tail, even though the first fish hadn't landed yet, Zhang Yang could already see it; the fish's skin was very beautiful, not missing a single scale.
Just as Zhang Yang controlled the fishing rod with both hands, he steadily pulled the fish to the water's edge by his feet, grabbed a net with his left hand into the water while raising the fishing rod high with his right hand to drag the fish into the net with effort, exploring and pulling with his arm, successfully netting it!
Once in the net, the first fish won't escape, Zhang Yang habitually hooked the net pole with his left foot's ankle, lifting the head of the net to rest on the fish keeper's mouth.
While removing the hook, Zhang Yang deliberately scrutinized the position where the fishhook hung.
The fishhook was lodged quite deeply inside the large ring of the fish's mouth, with the hook point puncturing the inner wall of the fish's oral cavity.
Zhang Yang poked twice with his index finger to finally get the hook off.
Such deep gastropod hooking indicated strong fish feeding desire, and the bait's state and flavor matched perfectly. However, the timing of rod lifting was half a beat slow earlier, hence the second prominent pause leading to such issues is normal.
Once he took off the first fish, Zhang Yang flipped his hand and turned the fish into the fish keeper, thereby kicking off the competition for the morning today.
Through this fish, Zhang Yang gathered quite a bit of useful information,
The spot began to show responses, and the fish swarm had initial density.
Triangle Cannon had better fish-attracting properties, but it's not conducive for entry, so from the next rod onward, Zhang Yang resumed the method of bait pressing with spreading cannon.
When it comes to fishing fresh mouth carp, not just Zhang Yang, even Han Qiang, who's relatively the weakest in the team's technical level, could handle it with grace.
After all, fishing is now a profession, and this is the most common fish situation in black pits.
Feeling confident, Zhang Yang's subsequent fishing thoughts became clear, blindly bombarding away fiercely.
As the quantity of scattered cannon bait cast high-frequency bombarded, the fish at the spot gathered more and more, soon forming a denser response.
Once Zhang Yang saw the density of the fish group was sufficient, he decisively adjusted to using below hook bait, above hook bait with cannon, and began catching fish!
Just as Zhang Yang baited normally to cast the rod, the bobber turned over and then descended steadily to the position four to five purposes from the bottom, with a popping one-plus-half pause.
He lifted the rod to strike the fish, and once hit, the forearm and wrist cooperated in exerting force, arching the rod, controlling the fish out of the water in one round, then flowing it smoothly along the water surface, pulling it to the feet in the net, unhooking it into the keeper, baiting again for the next one.
Just thirty-five minutes into fishing, Zhang Yang soon started entering combat mode.
By comparison, most ordinary anglers had much poorer fishing conditions.
Most had fish entering the spot too, but the enticing effect of underwater nesting was far less than that of spreading cannon stereoscopic fish attraction.
Those a bit luckier saw one to two responses, while those less lucky didn't even get started half an hour in.
Just as Zhang Yang's fish condition was getting favorable, the long-legged beauty was diligently pacing back and forth along the riverside path behind the anglers.
The so-called volunteer had two main responsibilities,
First, assisting anglers before the competition in handling various unforeseen issues, like parking, finding fishing positions when lost, locating restrooms, etc.
Once entered the fishing field for the competition, the primary task was to supervise anglers' violations such as early nesting, making phone calls during the competition, whispering, etc., quite broad and flexible.
They're not professional judges, and the rules for a thousand-person river fishing contest aren't strict either, with minor movements generally not scrutinized, thus allowing the beauty in area 27 to stroll casually.
Before fishing, the first impression of Zhang Yang as this lsp made the beauty involuntarily glance more when pacing near Zhang Yang.
After strolling several rounds, it got her to notice an issue.
Other anglers' current catch wasn't very good, but this lsp actually caught several in succession.
Hmph, must've been lucky to sit right on a fish nest. Wait till a fish runs and scares off the nest with not a single bite; let's see you sneakily ogle at me! The beauty thought somewhat darkly.
However, the actual fish condition didn't bend to the beauty's will; after fishing a while more, Zhang Yang's side, instead of slowing, began connecting rods!
While most other anglers stared with big eyes, even on better days their fish conditions only slowly popped while Zhang Yang already had bobbers aligned with bites, extremely quick fish state.
Were it not for the water's three-meter depth clearly impacting fish retrieval speed, Zhang Yang's fish condition would have been even faster.
With frequent fish catches on Zhang Yang's side, the long-legged beauty's gaze frequently landed on Zhang Yang, repeatedly revealing numerous nuances to her shrewd mind.
Compared to ordinary anglers, this lecherous guy seemed quite adept at fishing.
Baiting, casting the rod, retrieving, and netting fish, all actions flowed without stiffness.
Could this little lecher be a fishing expert?
Once such thoughts formed in the beauty's mind, she couldn't dispel them no matter what.
Every time she walked to Zhang Yang's back position, she'd subconsciously glance a few times, noticing Zhang Yang continuing to catch fish repeatedly, intensifying her inner self-suggestion further.
After three hours of fishing, Zhang Yang caught over two hours worth of quick succession plus connected rods, only then did the fish situation at the spot start slowing down.
Boss Luo's fish release intelligence was fairly accurate; Zhang Yang's catch in the first competition mainly comprised carp weighing three to four pounds each, totaling around thirty to forty, essentially reigning supreme among the anglers in area 27.
"All participating anglers, please note: the morning competition ends in the last minute. Upon hearing the end whistle, everyone must stay in place waiting for personnel to weigh; unauthorized departure from the fishing position will be considered forfeit, disqualifying competition eligibility!"
The loudspeaker announced the competition's end one-minute precursor sound, and upon hearing it, Zhang Yang calmly pressed two soft adhesive baits, slightly leaning forward to cast the rod to its farthest point.
Zhang Yang's thought was simple; the spot had been quiet for over ten minutes, checking whether he could swindle another end-rod fish before retracting!
And sure enough, the effort to reach further yielded a fish that took the bait.
The double hooks had just hit the bottom for less than five seconds when the bobber audibly gave an exaggerated motion, a three-and-a-half plumb scale, a black bobber bite.
Zhang Yang lifted the rod to strike the fish; this time, however, felt entirely different from earlier tactile sensation.
The double hooks felt like snagged on the bottom, the lift rod couldn't raise at all,
A big fish struck and paused for several seconds before beginning to swim toward the middle of the channel.
Zhang Yang still thought to save it, but given it was a full-cast rod, coupled with the rod-lifting force startling the fish, the big fish simply offered no chance, directly cut the fishhook by force.
The fishing rod frenetically rebounded with a whistling after the fish got detached, a scene caught right by the nearby long-legged beauty's eyes.
Hmph, lost the fish huh, serves him right!
Seeing Zhang Yang lose the fish and stumble, the beauty's mouth slightly curled, her eyes squinted into crescent moons.
"Damn!" The end-rod fish cut the hook and fled, and Zhang Yang customarily blurted vulgarity, straightening the fishing line and glancing at the subsidiary line, finding the lower hook already cut off.
With less than thirty seconds left until the competition's end, Zhang Yang lazily refrained from casting another rod, directly taking out the foam spool from his pocket, beginning to retract the fish line early.
Just as the fish line got collected, the first competition's end whistle rang out. Everyone laid down their fishing rods, awaiting judges and personnel for weighing.
Looking at the entire competition, the fish conditions for the first session in the morning were quite good; at the very least, whether skilled or unskilled, people could witness a few responses.
Still, there are three more competitions upcoming, so upon hearing the whistle, everyone stayed rather orderly, patiently waiting for weighing.
Approximately seven or eight minutes later, a middle-aged man with a referee badge on his chest pushed an electronic scale to area 27, the long-legged beauty greeted him, quickly initiating individual score statistics.