Although Hong Tao's actions of returning the fish and removing the hook cannot be said to be done in one go, they are all in a decent manner.
Master Yang and another fishing friend were a little surprised when they saw Hong Tao catching the fish so quickly and without any haste. They turned their heads to take a look, and then focused on their own floats.
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After a pause...and another pause, Hong Tao quickly raised the rod. This time, it was finally two small crucian carp struggling on the hook. Hong Tao also gradually found the relationship between the fish bobber signal and the fish in the fish, and started to fish one fish to the left.
Although the rhythm of the fish on the two tails on the right is not very fast, the rod is basically not empty and the speed is very stable.
The weather on the day of the competition was not very good. Although the wind was not strong and the sky was clear, the air pressure was a bit low and relatively muggy. Because the oxygen content in the water was not high, the fish in the pond were not very active. Although before the competition,
The pond was closed for a few days, and neither fishing nor feeding was allowed. However, the small fish were still not very active in the fishermen's bait. Even the fishermen sitting in the best position had a low fish catch rate.
Very high.
But there is one exception, and that is Hong Tao, who is sitting in the corner. After fishing for a while, he has already entered the state. He is becoming more and more proficient in throwing the rod, pulling the bait, lifting the rod, returning the fish, and removing the hook. Basically, every time
Throw the rod once and one or two small fish will come up in a few seconds.
Although his rhythm is not very fast, his catch rate is astonishingly high. In addition, more than 50% of the time, he directly lifts a double tail. Therefore, among all the anglers in the entire competition pond, he is basically the only one here.
Good grades.
At this time, Master Yang and the fisherman on the other side were already a little distracted. They originally thought that Hong Tao was a club, and Hong Tao's performance before the start also proved that he was a club. However, after the start, he followed another fisherman.
The first one started to catch fish continuously, which made the two fishermen closest to him a little confused.
Looking at Hong Tao's fishing movements, although they are quite satisfactory, from the perspective of an insider, it is obvious that he has not undergone strict competitive fishing training. Whether it is the throwing movement or the lifting movement, they are very substandard. At best, he can only be regarded as a fisherman.
That kind of thing can't even be considered a professional level.
But regardless of whether the action standard is standard or not, whether it is recreational fishing or competitive fishing, the ultimate goal of all fishing is to catch fish from the water. Now Hong Tao has achieved this ultimate goal. His abnormal performance is not only stupid.
He attracted the attention of the fishermen competing around him and also attracted the attention of the competition organizing committee and the chief referee.
Just when Hong Tao was silently counting the number of fish he caught and was about to calculate how high his speed could be, a hand suddenly patted him on the shoulder.
"Young man, I am the referee of this competition. Can I see your bait?" A dark-faced, gray-haired man in his 50s stood behind Hong Tao.
"Oh, no problem." Hong Tao was still immersed in the state of counting for himself. Hearing the uncle's request, he didn't think much about it. He thought that since the fishing rod had to be inspected, the bait must also be inspected, so he happily started from
He took out a small ball of bait from the bait box and handed it to the uncle without looking back. Then with a flick of his wrist, two small crucian carp struggled to be pulled up.
The referee standing behind him took the bait handed over by Hong Tao. First he put it under his nose and smelled it. Then he picked up the bait with his hands, carefully looked at the ingredients of the bait, and finally picked up a small piece.
, put it in his mouth and tasted it, then spit out the residue in his mouth, turned to several fishermen and referees not far away, shook his head, said nothing, turned around and left.
"Hey, Brother Fang, you didn't do this, did you? This isn't a competition with male bait. You just saw other people's handmade food. Why did you take away a piece? I brought this brother, even if
Newcomers can't bully others like this. If it's cost-effective, let them get good results. We'll suspect cheating as soon as we finish fishing, right?" Hong Tao didn't pay attention to the movement behind him. He had long forgotten about the referee and was still focused on it.
Counting.
However, Master Yang, who was sitting behind Hong Tao, decided not to do it anymore. The competition between fishermen in competitive competitions was very fierce. In addition to technology and fishing gear, the baits used by everyone were exclusive secret recipes, and each had its own unique tricks.
Even good friends would never tell the truth, let alone take away the bait for others to study. This is their capital to win the competition.
Moreover, there are many unwritten rules among fishermen. For example, after catching a fish that you don’t know, generally no one will help you catch the fish, for fear that if the fish escapes, there will be complaints; and among fishermen you are not familiar with,
Basically don’t touch someone else’s bait because there may be some residual fish in your hands.
, if it gets caught on other people’s bait, it is likely to affect their performance. This is not obvious in recreational fishing, but it is very important among competitive fishermen. Because this is what people need to win the competition and get a good ranking.
I have no obligation to teach you, let alone help you with research.
"Oh, Yang Zi, aren't I curious? This little brother is fishing well, so come here and learn." The referee obviously knew Master Yang and explained with a smile.
"Brother Fang, we are all old people in this industry, so don't be so careless. If Black Three and the others don't fish well, that's their business. No one has stipulated that they have to win the game. Are you?
Referee, you can't be so partial. You didn't check the baits of so many fishermen, but you came to check my friend's. That's it.
I still have to take away a piece, is there such a thing?" Master Yang was not going to let the referee surnamed Fang fool him like this. He didn't even catch the fish. He put down the fishing rod and stood up and walked to Hong Tao's fishing position.
He grabbed the piece of bait from the opponent's hand and put it on Hong Tao's bait box, and then deliberately said loudly to Hong Tao.
"Xiao Hong, be careful about your fish food. No one is allowed to touch it, even if you look at it, there are all human beings here. If you look at the little smiling face, they will turn around and criticize you."
"Yang Zi, what are you talking about? I'm going to check what's wrong with his bait. It's my referee's job." The referee Fang made Master Yang unable to get off the stage. He blushed and started to fight back.
"Chief Referee!!! Where is the Chief Referee? Come and see, this is your referee, and he is taking other people's bait with him? I have been playing in the pit for so many years, and I have never heard of this rule.
Is this your new rule?" Master Yang didn't care about this and immediately started shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Brother Yang, what's wrong?" Hong Tao saw Master Yang arguing with the referee and put down his fishing rod and stood up.
"Oh... don't move. Keep fishing, keep fishing. You might be the first this time. Some people are jealous and want to play dirty. Don't worry about this. I'm here. Go back and fish well.
Ah, don't let your brother and I work in vain." When Master Yang saw that Hong Tao stopped fishing, he quickly pushed Hong Tao into the fishing position.
After all, Hong Tao was not a young man of his age. He immediately knew what was happening and what Master Yang meant. He quickly picked up the fishing rod and continued fishing, but he stopped counting and kept paying attention while fishing.
Hearing the noise behind him, he planned to run up to help Master Yang once he was bullied. No matter what the reason was, if we came out to play together, we would definitely not let others suffer because of our own affairs.
"What's going on! What's going on?" A middle-aged man with eyes came over and there was a sign on his chest with the words "Chief Referee" on it.
"Lao Yang, you're here just in time. Why did you give Ping Ping a reason? He came over to check my friend's bait for no reason. I won't argue whether this is reasonable or not. You can check it, but he still secretly took it.
Let’s go together, isn’t this bullying the newcomers? If I hadn’t been here today, my friend would have suffered a hidden loss. The fish food they prepare is their secret recipe, why do you take it?
Three, they have been whispering to him for a long time. What do you mean? Is this competition already determined by the champion? If so, Brother Yang, please tell us clearly, won't it be over if we withdraw? There is no need to play around with this nonsense.
Is it a job?" Master Yang himself was not good at fishing. He didn't catch a few fish for a long time. He probably gave up the game long ago. Now that he is barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes, his words are even harder to hear.
