At 7 o'clock sharp, Wang Jian drove up. The two of them loaded the fishing gear into the car, had some breakfast at Yinding Bridge, and then headed straight for Deshengmen. Changping District is in the north of Beijing, and this time the fishing festival was held.
The fish pond for the race is not far from the Badaling Expressway and is very easy to find. When Wang Jian and Hong Tao arrived here, the time had just arrived at 8 o'clock, and there was still an hour before the 9 o'clock start time.
The two of them thought they had arrived early. Who would have thought that the cars at the entrance to the fishing ground were all full and most of the contestants had already arrived. Master Yang was also waiting for Hong Tao at the door. When they met, they kept complaining, saying that Hong Tao was coming.
late.
"Isn't it still an hour away? It's not too late. Is there something wrong with my watch? Wang Jian, what time is it on your watch?" Hong Tao was a little confused, looked at his watch, and asked Wang Jian again.
"Ahem, don't look at it. There's nothing wrong with the watch. It's your first time competing and you don't know the procedures yet. You have to go to the referee to check the fishing gear first to see if there are any violations. Then you have to adjust the fishing gear in the practice pool next to it.
The group and the float, plus getting the license plate and fishing spots, one hour is a bit tight. Didn’t you see that everyone has come early?” Master Yang couldn’t complain too much. Who let this young man know Fu?
As for the old man, Old Man Fu also specifically asked him to take care of his little brother.
"Oops, I'm really late. I'm sorry, Brother Yang. We are the first girls to get on the sedan chair. Please forgive me." When Hong Tao heard that he was really late, he quickly bowed and apologized.
"Fortunately, I'm familiar with the chief referee. I'll help you get your license plate and draw your fishing seat first. You can quickly go check the fishing gear and adjust the float. Then come to me at the fishing seat and I'll sit next to you." Master Yang.
He put a competition logo on Hong Tao's chest and patted him on the shoulder to show encouragement.
"Thank you, Brother Yang. I'll get the fishing gear first and I'll meet you later." Hong Tao didn't dare to talk nonsense. He quickly took out the fishing box and rod bag from the car and ran towards the referee.
When Hong Tao completed this set of procedures, adjusted the float and found the fishing position according to the number plate on his chest, the time had already reached 8:45, and there were less than 15 minutes before the start of the competition. Under the contemptuous eyes of Master Yang,
, Hong Tao poured his own special-effect bait into a small basin, and then started to open the bait on the spot by using the water in the competition pond. Seeing that Hong Tao, a big stick, had already started the competition, he opened the bait, and another fishing friend next to him specifically asked
Asked Master Yang, who is this? Then he looked at where Hong Tao was working like a fool.
However, Hong Tao did not let them watch the joke for too long. After 5 minutes, he opened the bait. Master Yang and another fisherman sitting on both sides of Hong Tao watched Hong Tao put the black ball of bait on the
On the bait box, there is even more disdain and contempt, because Hong Tao's fishing bait insiders can tell at a glance that it is basically composed of pellet feed powder. At most, some wire drawing powder is added to make the plant fiber of the bait ball longer.
Some, better hooks.
"Yang Zi, this is your friend, right? Why don't you even open the bait when you bring him to the competition? Young man, don't be polite to him, use his bait, you are not good at it." The fisherman sitting on the right side of Hong Tao is
Unable to stand it any longer, he started firing at Master Yang.
"Go, go ahead, don't look down on others. My little brother is also a master in Houhai. I'm just here to have fun today. If you don't want to accept it, go to Houhai to compete with him?" Master Yang's answer was very interesting,
I deliberately told Hong Tao’s fishing area, so that I could also tell the other party Hong Tao’s fishing level, because the people who play in Houhai are all casual players.
"Hey, I really don't dare to do this. Old Yang, let's see if we can do anything today. I don't dare to say 1 point, but a 5 point or something will do." The fisherman listened to Master Yang's words, and sure enough,
He no longer pestered Hong Tao, but began to discuss the strength of the players in the competition with Master Yang.
Hong Tao didn't listen carefully to their conversation. Firstly, he couldn't understand who they were talking about. They were probably from the competitive fishing world and Hong Tao didn't know any of them. Secondly, he started from sitting on the fishing seat.
He didn't bother to take a closer look at what this competitive fishing competition venue looked like.
The pond for this competition is not too big, it is a rectangle, with a side length of about 100 meters and a width of about 20 meters. The competing fishermen took their drawn numbers and sat down at the corresponding number. Each fisherman and
Each fisherman is almost 2 meters apart and lined up along the two long sides of the pond.
All kinds of fishing rods are as dense as grass when viewed from one end. The fishermen range from their 20s to 50 or 60 years old. The biggest difference between them and Hong Tao is that they all dress professionally.
, most of them are a long-sleeved fishing sun protection suit, and then put on a fishing vest, and then put on a fishing hat with various fishing gear brands written on it, hey, that’s the same pattern.
Look at Hong Tao again, wearing a large T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and neither a fishing hat nor fishing glasses. He is like an ugly duckling among a large group of swans, but he is still so eye-catching.
Hong Tao's number plate is No. 47, which is basically close to the corner of the fish pond. This is not like playing Go, which pays attention to gold edges and silver corners. There is a rule for pond fishing, that is, the closer to the middle, the more fish are caught, and the closer to the corner.
, the fewer fish are caught. So in terms of location, Hongtao is not a good location.
But this can’t be blamed on Master Yang. This thing is decided by drawing lots, and in order to ensure fairness, there will be a total of 2 games in this game. When the game is over, all players will draw lots again. If you are drawn twice
Bianjiao, even if you are unlucky, luck still plays a large role in the sport of fishing.
At 8:55, the chief referee took a loudspeaker and began to emphasize the discipline and rules of the competition. Then with a whistle, the fishing competition officially began.
"Whoa!" The moment the whistle sounded, Hong Tao saw dozens of fishing rods lifted up in unison, and then a piece of silver light flew into the water. At this moment, Hong Tao hurriedly saw that this was not fishing at all.
, but a kind of mechanical movement. These fishermen are all like machines. They throw and lift the rod. The movements are called a standard and the specifications are unified.
Hong Tao was obviously lagging behind for a few seconds before he reacted. He quickly took the sub-line in his hand, put the two hooks on the bait plate, then pressed the opened bait ball on the hooks, and then pulled the hook
Use the line to gently pull the hook out from under the bait ball, so that the two balls of bait are hung on the hook. This is called "pulling the bait".
Throwing out the fishing line and waiting for the fish float to stand up, Hong Tao immediately raised his wrist, lifted the fishing rod, used the inertia to let the fishhook swing back in front of him, reached out to grab it, pulled the bait again, and threw it into the same position again, and then
After a few seconds, lift the rod again, continue the previous steps, and start "pumping the nest."
While making the nest, Hong Tao took the time to look at what Master Yang on the left and the fisherman on the right were doing. Master Yang was also making the nest at this time, but he did not use bait, but pinched it with normal bait.
The fisherman on the right, like Hong Tao, also uses bait and draws holes one by one. But judging from the distance between their fishhook and the fish float, they can see that they
They are all fishing for the bottom, while Hong Tao is fishing for the floating fish.
After more than 10 rods were drawn, Hong Tao felt that it was almost done, because he could already see the shadow of fish swimming near the fishing point where the hook fell into the water, which meant that fish had been attracted by the bait and floated up to the water layer not far from the water surface to eat.
. Then Hong Tao continued to throw the hook into the fishing spot, but he did not pull it up quickly, but closely watched the movement of the fish float.
The head of the red, green, and black striped fish float suddenly jerked downwards, with an amplitude of about one meter (a meter is a unit used to measure the distance between the stripes on the head of the fish float, which is called a grid as the saying goes). It is said that at this time,
It’s time to lift the rod, which is a standard signal that the fish has taken the bait. But Hong Tao is not in a hurry, he plans to use a double tail.
The float then glanced down again. Hong Tao flicked his wrist and judged from the force transmitted back from the fishing rod that he must have hit a fish. It was not yet clear whether it was one or two fish. The fish was quickly lifted out of the water.
, seeing a small crucian carp struggling on the hook, Hong Tao knew that he was late, and the first fish to eat the bait must have spit out the hook.
