usatvline Chapter 135 One Cast, No Worries
Chapter 135 One Cast, No Worries
Chapter 135 Casting a line brings no worries
Grandpa Yu opened a tightly sealed plastic bag.
No protective measures were taken.
While reaching into the plastic bag to knead and rub it, he said without changing his expression, "The temperature is not high, so the fish prefer strong-smelling bait. This is fermented dough bait that I made myself."
Old Xu reminded him in a deep voice, "Brother Yu, the sun is strong this afternoon, and there are too many small whitebait in the river. The dough bait won't work well, will it?"
Upon hearing this, Grandpa Yu simply smiled and said, "It's alright, my bait produces less atomization and is more resistant to bites."
At this moment, Yu Huan had already packed his fishing rod and hurriedly took out a small plastic bowl from his fishing tackle bag, filled it with river water, and handed it to the old man.
The old man took the bowl, quickly mixed the bait, and then roughly threw some into Yu Huan's fishing spot in front of him and next to him to create a feeding area.
He turned to look at Old Xu, who was covering his mouth and nose: "Brother Xu, would you like some?"
Old Xu shook his head, suffocated by the stench: "No need, I threw away a few bran cakes."
Grandpa Yu didn't force him, and soon after everything was ready, he cast his first line.
Looking at the fishing float, he softly chanted, "Cast out the rod and all worries disappear; a glance reveals the truth of life!"
His voice conveyed a sense of ease and composure.
Gradually, the stench became less intense, and Old Xu lowered his hand from covering his mouth and nose.
The smell of this fermented bait is most unbearable when it's first opened, but it dissipates considerably after a while. As long as you don't get too close and smell it intensely, it's tolerable.
Hearing the shouts, Old Xu, who usually didn't like to pry into other people's affairs, couldn't help but ask, "What did you do before you retired, brother?"
Judging from Mr. Yu's vigorous and energetic state, he must have a pension.
The wrinkles on Grandpa Yu's face smoothed out, revealing a radiant smile: "Forty years of teaching and nurturing people."
"Forty years of teaching experience? Then you're the one." Old Xu smiled and gave him a thumbs up, expressing his admiration and respect for this Brother Yu.
However, just then, Old Xu's cell phone suddenly rang. He hurriedly took it out and answered it, but the voice on the other end made his expression change drastically.
"What? Nonsense!"
Hearing what was said on the other end of the phone, he couldn't help but lean forward and turn to look at Yu Huan, who was baiting his head.
"Do you have any evidence?" he asked the person on the other end of the phone, and the answer he received made his expression soften slightly.
After a moment's thought, he continued his conversation on the phone:
"Does Old Zhao know about this? What about Xiao Lin?"
"You should first inform Old Zhao and see what's going on."
He paused for a moment and then added, "Since the matter has already been reported to the procuratorate by name, there's nothing I can do to stop it."
After nodding repeatedly, Lao Xu said, "Contact Lao Zhao first, and let me know when the results are out," and then hung up the phone.
Chen, who was struggling to wind the thread behind Lao Xu, was starting to sweat profusely. He looked up and asked curiously, "Dad, what's wrong?"
Old Xu chuckled softly: "It's nothing serious for now."
Yu Huan keenly noticed the two mentions of "Xiao Lin" in Lao Xu's words, which most likely referred to his father-in-law, and a ripple of emotion stirred within him.
The procuratorial organs?
Old Xu, Old Zhao, and Old Lin—these three big shots have all been alarmed.
Could any of the newspaper's staff have been reported?
But after Chen asked him a few questions, and seeing that Lao Xu didn't want to say much, he didn't press him further.
Looking at the shimmering, deep river, Old Xu fell into deep thought. After thinking it over, he suddenly chuckled softly, realizing it really wasn't a big deal.
Suddenly, I heard a "splashing" sound of water. I turned around and saw that Brother Yu, who had just cast his first line, had caught a fish.
"This fish isn't big." Old Master Yu's lips moved slightly, and with a flick of his fishing rod, he sent the fish flying ashore, catching it in his hand with lightning speed.
The series of movements were executed in one smooth motion, which made Old Xu's eyes light up: "Brother Yu, you have great skills."
Grandpa Yu tossed the Osaka crucian carp in his hand, then, while removing the hook, laughed and said, "It's probably five or six ounces, still not as good as yours."
As the two old men were chatting and laughing, a sudden, rapid sound of a thin fishing line cutting through the water came from Yu Huan's fishing spot.
Grandpa Yu took off the fishhook and turned to look.
The 6.3-meter fishing rod was barely able to bend, forming a deep bow, when someone immediately exclaimed, "Whoa!" and said, "This is a big fish!"
Yu Huan straightened up and gritted his teeth, wrestling with the fish that hadn't yet revealed its true form. He chuckled and said, "When I set the hook, the first feeling was like being snagged on the earth."
"That's probably not a crucian carp, it's more likely a common carp," said Grandpa Yu, who was very experienced.
They're fishing in deep water now.
These two bottom-dwelling fish, the carp and the crucian carp, are very distinct, with the carp being strong and the crucian carp wagging its head.
Furthermore, as a deep-sea bottom-dwelling fish, the carp's explosive power is sustained, a kind of simmering strength. You basically have to fight with it for a while before you can get it to the surface.
The intense vibrations of the fishing rod in his hand made Yu Huan's heart pound like a drum, his breathing rapid, and he repeatedly took steps back to reel in the fish.
The so-called trembling sensation is when a fish in the water tries its best to wag its tail and escape the hook.
The feeling of holding a fishing rod in your hand is one of intense vibration. This sensation would send anyone's adrenaline soaring.
Grandpa Yu sat leisurely on a small stool and cast his second line.
After several rounds, Yu Huan finally managed to get half of the fish's head above the water. He then gave a word of advice: "Take it slow. Fish in winter aren't very strong. Be careful not to get them off the hook."
Chen smacked his lips as he watched this scene. He had been lure fishing for so long, but he hadn't caught a single fish, let alone had one bite. He felt utterly bored.
Especially when he saw Yu Huan fight a few more rounds and finally bring the carp, which looked longer than his forearm, ashore, he became even more bored.
After Chen had finished fishing and tied on the jig, he came over with his lure rod and said enviously, "This fish must weigh at least eight or nine pounds, right?"
After helping to remove the hook, Grandpa Yu held the fish in his hands and bounced it around, saying with a smile, "It should be less than seven pounds."
"It's so big, I'm afraid your fish basket won't even be able to fit it!" Brother Chen exclaimed.
"There are plenty of ways." Old Master Yu smiled and casually tossed the carp on the ground, stepping on its lower body.
He then took out a spool of fishing line from his pocket, threaded it through the fish's gills and mouth, hung it up, and threw it into the river. He then tied the other end to the ground with a dry branch.
Brother Chen watched with awe. This shrewdness and nagging attitude clearly indicated he was a genuine city dweller.
Yu Huan stood with his hands on his hips, taking a break. He saw the old man sit back down at his fishing spot, take a cigarette from Old Xu, and chat with Old Xu.
He turned to Brother Chen and suggested, "Brother Chen, I feel like your baitcasting wheel needs some adjustment?"
Brother Chen looked at Yu Huan with surprise: "You know how to lure fishing?"
"I know a little bit," Yu Huan said modestly.
He casually took the lure rod that Brother Chen handed him: "You probably haven't been doing this for very long, have you?"
"I occasionally go fishing with my father-in-law, but I don't like sitting for long periods of time while fishing with a platform. I usually just do lure fishing when I have free time," Chen said tactfully, unwilling to admit that he wasn't good at it.
Hearing this, Yu Huan understood what was going on.
He lowered his head, adjusted the spool, and set the magnetic brake to its minimum setting. He then glanced at the 10-gram jig head hook with the soft bait on the rod tip, pressed the line release switch, and cast the line.
The sound of the fishing line cutting through the air at high speed instantly filled the air, making people feel incredibly comfortable.
With this cast, Yu Huan cleared the cup and cast all the fishing lines out cleanly and efficiently.
Without any hesitation, he quickly cranked the handle to reel in the line and tighten it.
Looking at Yu Huan's incredibly skillful movements, Brother Chen's admiration was evident: "The line was just full, seventy meters, and you cleared it in one go?"
Yu Huan smiled calmly, but then explained, "There are many reasons why the line might break during casting. Try turning the magnetic brake as high as possible so that even if the line breaks, it won't break too badly. Once you get a feel for it and your casting is stable, try turning the magnetic brake down."
As he spoke, he finished reeling in the line and then turned the magnetic brake to its maximum setting, filling it completely.
After adjusting the lure rod, he handed it back to Brother Chen: "OK, give it another try."
Brother Chen took the rod and immediately cast it out to test it. Although the magnetic brake was set too high, he only cast it a dozen meters, but at least the line didn't break.
It's definitely enough for beginners.
"Thanks, bro!"
"No need to thank me." Yu Huan waved his hand and sat back down at his fishing spot.
On the riverbank to his right, the carp, firmly bound by fishing line, left faint ripples on the river surface with each flick of its tail fin.
To his left, two old men were chatting idly, one smoking a cigarette and the other chatting.
Grandpa Yu chatted on and on, enthusiastically recounting his rich fishing experiences. Every detail seemed vivid in his mind, and his words were full of thrills and excitement.
To exaggerate a bit.
For example, he used a surf rod to pull up a 70-pound mandarin fish, and the tug-of-war was so intense that it started to thunder and rain. In the end, he jumped into the river and pulled the fish ashore.
For example, he spent two hours by himself pulling a 90-pound catfish ashore, but because he was too exhausted, he had to ask someone to drive a tricycle to take it home.
Grandpa Yu described it so vividly that Old Xu applauded enthusiastically, almost uttering the vulgar word "awesome."
The words aren't entirely false, but they've all been artistically embellished.
Yu Huan scratched his head and couldn't help but laugh as he corrected her: "I remember when I was a kid, the bigmouth catfish you caught in the 90s, wasn't it just over 80 pounds?"
Grandpa Yu scratched his head and replied with a smile, "Really? I'm getting old, my memory is failing."
Old Xu had initially been skeptical of Grandpa Yu's experiences, but after witnessing the conversation between the grandfather and grandson, he immediately gave a thumbs up: "Brother Yu, you're awesome!"
Upon hearing this, Old Master Yu leisurely exhaled a wisp of smoke, his face full of contentment.
The three of them caught fish one after another, all of them Osaka crucian carp, but the grandfather and grandson caught fish particularly frequently.
Before long, the large fish basket was full and about to overflow.
Yu Huan suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. At first, she thought it was Brother Chen, but when she turned her head slightly, she saw Brother Chen still focused on casting lures not far away.
He turned his head and saw that it was Little Tyrant.
He had a cigarette in his mouth and was chewing betel nut.
As the saying goes, betel nut and tobacco combine to create boundless power, and he certainly looked a bit smug at that moment.
He smiled at Yu Huan: "What a coincidence, Yu Huan, you're fishing here too? Did you come with Principal Yu?"
Yu Huan slightly turned her body, subtly dodging the little tyrant's hand, and replied calmly, "Yes, I'm here to go fishing with the old man."
After saying that, he turned around, looked at the fishing float, and didn't want to say anything more.
Grandpa Yu looked over when he heard the sound, and seeing a young, unfamiliar face, he assumed it was his grandson's classmate or friend, so he didn't pay much attention and continued chatting with Old Xu.
"I'm here to fish with my buddy." After saying that, Little Tyrant strolled around behind the three of them, then squatted down next to Yu Huan: "Your fish baskets are all full. How long have you been here?"
After all, he was an old classmate. Even though she didn't quite like his behavior, Yu Huan still said politely, "less than two hours."
"This place seems nice!"
"It's all pretty much the same in this area; it mainly depends on how well you set up your nest," Yu Huan replied casually.
"Oh." Little Tyrant nodded, then suddenly stood up, turned to the side, and waved: "Hey buddy, this way, it's a good spot!"
Seeing this, Yu Huan also turned her head to look.
Only a burly man with sunglasses, a buzz cut, and a stubble beard, carrying a stool in one hand and a brand-new small fishing tackle bag in the other, was walking towards them. His streetwise aura was even stronger than that of a Little Tyrant.
Yu Huan frowned slightly.
Little Tyrant quickly stepped forward to help the bearded man carry his fishing gear bag and gestured for him to sit down a few meters away from Yu Huan.
Are you sure this place is good?
"Hey buddy, this backwater bay is pretty famous, look at all these people here." The little tyrant said with a fawning smile, pointing at Yu Huan: "This is my classmate, his fish basket is overflowing!"
"Anyway, when Brother Wu and his guys arrive, if it's the Air Force, I'll teach you a lesson!"
Little Tyrant asked, somewhat puzzled, "Brother, what does 'air force' mean?"
"They probably didn't catch any fish."
(End of this chapter)