From Robinson Crusoe

Chapter 37: Diary of a Fisherman (Part )
It was a rare opportunity to rest, so after lunch, Chen Zhou took a luxurious nap.

He waited until the hottest part of the sun had passed before he took out the laser Damascus dagger to repair the wooden pole, wrapped a hemp rope around the top, hung up a large iron needle used by the ship's doctor for bloodletting, broke out a hook, and prepared to go fishing.

No technique, no bait bag, no suitable bait, no reel, no sinker and no float.

There isn't even any professional fishing line or hooks.

At the same time, Chen Zhou is still a novice in fishing.

Even though he often goes to the fishing bar, he has actually never fished since he was a child. He goes to the fishing bar not to learn fishing knowledge, but purely to watch the fun and see what interesting things the air force guys have encountered or what rare creatures they have discovered.

As for those professional fishing point posts, fishing terms, various fishing lines, and discussions on fishing techniques, he knew nothing about them and could not understand them at all.

Before going out, Chen Zhou vaguely felt that the curse of the Air Force had befallen him. In order to avoid catching nothing, he brought a fishing net.

Of course, he also didn't know how to use the fishing net.

Poor students have a lot of stationery, so bringing more stuff makes them look professional, even though it’s useless.

He picked up the shoulder pole and hung the wooden barrel containing the fishing net and the empty barrel ready to be used to catch fish.

He picked up the fishing rod, took a look at the little chinchilla in the wooden box to make sure it was still alive, called Lai Fu, and went out.

There are two locations suitable for fishing.

One is a deep pool under the mountain stream.

The water in the pond is not flowing, the light is dim all around, the weeds are tall and dense, and there are giant pythons roaming around. It is not a comfortable place.

The other is a small lake formed in the upper reaches of Yantan River. There is running water there, and the water depth at the edge is at least two meters.

It is the dry season, and the water level of the creek has dropped significantly. The lake is probably no longer as full as it is in the rainy season.

But the terrain there is open and the scenery is beautiful, so it's good for fishing, but the journey is a little far.

Humming an indistinct pop song, he walked slowly down the mountain.

He had walked this path to pick up mysterious rewards countless times and was very familiar with it. Soon he arrived at the river.

The condition of the raft stranded on the river bank looked worse than a few days ago. Chen Zhou decided to dismantle it and move it to the camp tomorrow. Otherwise, if it was exposed to the sun for a while and then rained on by the rainy season, it would definitely fall apart.

From here, walking up the river, you will soon arrive at the small lake.

The bottom of the huge ox-heart-shaped rock that blocks the river has been mostly exposed. After being washed away by countless years, it has a jade-like luster that contrasts sharply with the rough stone surface on the upper layer.

After looking around, Chen Zhou randomly picked a high point close to the lake, put down his carrying pole, and began his first fishing experience.

Before casting the rod, he suddenly remembered that he didn't bring any bait, so he hurried to the place where cats were skinned to look for their intestines.

The cat skin hanging on the tree had been dried into a "board" and the fur on it had fallen off a little. It looked very bad and even flies and insects were not interested in it.

As for the intestines, stomachs and small intestines thrown on the ground, they have long been degraded by the hardworking scavenging insects and microorganisms.

There was nothing there except a few clumps of new weeds.

"It's a bad start. I guess I can only dig bait now."

Fortunately, it is close to the river, and even in the dry season, the soil on the slope is very loose, and you can dig down with just a sturdy wooden stick.

Using his wide-brimmed hat as a container, Chen Zhou caught earthworms, caterpillars and a grasshopper-like insect, plucking off its legs and wings to save for catching big fish.

In addition to earthworms, there is also a kind of large white insect in the soil, which looks very similar to a pest called the earthworm in Chen Zhou's hometown.

They will gnaw on crops and the roots of fruit trees, causing great harm to crops. It is said that they will become dung beetles when they grow up.

Influenced by his elders, Chen Zhou has never had a good impression of this thing since he was a child, and he has caught quite a few of them.

After working like this for about an hour, the bottom of my wide-brimmed hat was already filled with all kinds of insects.

Among them, the purple-black earthworms were the most numerous, followed by grasshoppers that had been pulled into "worm pigs". They were unable to jump and lay in the pile of insects, spitting green water from their mouths. They could only shake their antennae slightly and survive.

"Top-quality fish bait, rich in protein, beefy flavor, and crunchy!"

Wearing a wide-brimmed hat, Chen Zhou returned to the fishing spot by the lake, picked up a grasshopper and put it on the fishhook, cast out the fishing line, and watched the ripples on the lake surface, quietly waiting for the fish to take the bait.

Grasshoppers have very strong vitality. Even if they are soaked in water and unable to breathe, they will still struggle tenaciously.

However, it has lost its legs and wings for movement and can only flutter its tentacles.

The slight fluctuations lured the sensitive carnivorous fish. Its ancestors grew up on isolated islands and had never seen a fish hook before. It thought it was just a stupid insect that came to its doorstep, and was afraid that its own kind would snatch it away. So it swung its tail and rushed forward to bite the insect's body.

He had already prepared himself mentally to wait for more than ten minutes for the first shot and adjusted himself into a comfortable position. Before he could even get his butt warm, Chen Zhou felt the head of the club sink as if something was dragging it from below.

"You fell for the bait so quickly?"

Without a reel, Chen Zhou forced himself to pull it up.

The fishing line he used was the thinnest hemp rope on the boat, as thick as his little finger.

Although anglers have always believed that thin lines have the advantages of being highly concealed, not easily alerting fish, and being soft enough to be easier to bite.

But in this pure land that has never been disturbed by humans.

Fishing often doesn't require all those fancy things.

All you need is a stick, a long rope and a hook to get something.

As the fishing rod was lifted, a slender catfish-like creature covered with fine blue-purple scales was hung up.

Its eyes are very small, and because it bit the hook too hard, its upper jaw was pierced by the needle tip. At this moment, it is struggling to twist its body, trying to break free from the hook and return to the water.

Grabbing the hemp rope and filling the empty wooden barrel with a shallow layer of water, Chen Zhou estimated the length of the fish.

"About 17 or 18 centimeters, but too thin, probably weighing less than 300 ounces.

But even so, it’s better than the fisherman who can only catch whitebait. I don’t know what this fish is called, so I’ll keep it for now.”

Using all his strength, he removed the hook from the fish's mouth and threw the fish into the bucket. Gradually, Chen Zhou felt the joy of fishing. He hooked another grasshopper and threw out the hook.

This time the waiting time was even shorter. It seemed that the moment the fish hook sank into the water, the hemp rope quickly fell underwater.

"Connected?"

Although he had never fished before, Chen Zhou had some knowledge of these terms. He knew this was a good opportunity and quickly pulled the hook.

It was another blue-purple fish, a few centimeters longer than the previous one, and it struggled with greater force.

Hearing that scraping the fish's gills could help quickly control the fish after it was caught, Chen Zhou grabbed the slippery fish body and tried to give it a try.

But the fish had not taken the bait deeply, and before his fingers could get in through the gap between the fish's gills, the fish used his hand to break free from the hook and fell to the ground with a plop.

"Eh!"

Chen Zhou was startled and put down his fishing rod and went to catch the fish.

Unfortunately, he was too close to the lake. The fish bounced its body wildly, getting covered in grass leaves and dirt. In the blink of an eye, it jumped into the water and escaped.

"Grass!"

Victory and failure come so quickly that people are caught off guard.

Chen Zhou could only mutter "You're lucky boy" as he hung the third grasshopper on his hook in disappointment and swung the hook more and more skillfully.

Outdoor anglers often say that as long as the dog is in the right position, it can catch a lot of fish.

This is true, a good resource point is better than any fishing equipment.

In modern society, it is extremely difficult to find a small river or lake that is rarely visited by people.

Fishing is not allowed in reservoirs, fish ponds have been contracted out, and famous rivers are always roamed by anglers, with the grass on the river banks being trampled flat.

Even in the secluded pools located deep in the mountains and forests, there are countless brave anglers who set up tents and guard them all night.

In order to find resource spots, anglers are willing to drive or walk for dozens or hundreds of kilometers to reach the paradise of their dreams, where they fish all day and night and enjoy themselves to their heart's content.

As for the good places they had worked so hard to find, Chen Zhou could find them everywhere by just moving his butt and walking upstream or downstream.

Thanks to the abundant fish resources, as soon as he cast his hook, he would get a quick response, one after another, as if there were a dozen divers hiding in the water constantly putting fish on the hooks. Chen Zhou even felt bored with fishing.

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