The clear water surface was blown by the breeze, and the lake water was rippling with blue waves and ripples.

A few white clouds floated in the sky. Against the blue sky, the lake water looked a little blue. The lush birch trees around it were reflected on the water surface, and the wide leaves rustled.

This is Lota Lake located on the grassland, and it is also the name of the former owner of the Snow Mountain Ranch. It has been passed down from generation to generation and has existed for hundreds of years.

The lake is about one kilometer wide, extending from four to five kilometers long and narrow, spanning between the Snow Mountain Ranch and the Augsger Ranch. The trees by the Rota Lake have not been cut down and grow very densely. Occasionally, a fish jumps out of the water and falls to make huge splashes of water.

Not far from the lake, a little boy wore a wide-brimmed felt hat and paired with cowhide boots, making a brisk sound as he walked.

A poor cat was lying on his hat, trying to balance his body with his big furry tail so that he would not let himself fall. His eyes were wide open and his face was standing up.

With the help of the young man, the old white-bearded man pushed the four or five-meter-long boat into the water, then tied the rope and sat on the shore waiting for something. Seeing that he had not come for a long time, he lowered his head and carefully wiped the fishing gear.

Yes, Old Patton wanted to take Han Xuan to fish today, but the boy begged him to his parents for a long time before they agreed. The restless mother also called Anderson, who was very good at Shangshui, to accompany him, so he let him go out.

"Boy! Are you ready to set sail and conquer the surging ocean?" Old Patton saw the small figure not far away, raised his head and laughed loudly.

The boy stopped, stood attentively, raised his hand and saluted: "Yes, captain, sailor Han Xuan is ready, let the horse come over Pacific!"

The serious look made the old man laugh. Anderson showed off his white teeth and walked up to help the boy put on his life jacket.

The boat set off quickly. It took a long time to rely on the oars alone to reach the place we were going today. Xiao Han Xuan was lying on the side of the boat, his body swaying rhythmically as Anderson rowed.

The surroundings are very quiet. Apart from the sound of the oars making contact with the water, the other ones are the birds in the forest. They look up at the sky, and the tranquility is indescribable.

The boat approached the shore and drove forward. There were many birch trees around it growing in the wet swamps. The roots were flooded by water. The mountains to the west could be seen vaguely between the cracks of the leaves. The boy was so comfortable that he was drowsy.

This was the first time that Fat Ding got on the boat. He felt a little uncomfortable at first, but now he was jumping around in the boat. He accidentally hit his master and woke Han Xuan up.

Old Patton threw a piece of dried cheese, the boy raised his arm and put it in his mouth, stretched out his hand to play with water, and slapped the lake.

As soon as he felt that life was beautiful in his heart, a touch came from his fingertips. Han Xuan suddenly shrank his hand, and a fat-headed fish was taken out of the water and then slid down.

Old Patton hurriedly grabbed Han Xuan's hand and looked carefully. He found that there were only some red marks to relieve him. He was afraid that the boy would be frightened and joked: "I can't tell that you are still a master. You can catch fish with empty hands. It's much better than me."

Han Xuan rolled his eyes helplessly and asked Old Patton: "This is a Chinese fish just now? Why did they appear here?"

"Yeah, it's right for Chinese carp." The old man replied: "In the past few years, I often encountered some bass and trout fish, but now most of them can only catch Chinese carp."

"These fish eat everything, especially the black ones, and there are only pikes that can earn food with them. Look, another one jumps out, there are too many of them."

The old man sighed helplessly, and Anderson turned around and said, "I haven't seen it when I was a child. The Federation introduced Asian carp in the 1970s, initially to control algae. However, these fish have no natural enemies in North America. Over the past decade, their populations have become more and more. These probably swim from the Sen River. They have flooded the Missouri River downstream."

Anderson studied related majors at the University, so he learned more about these things. He explained to Han Xuan and Old Patton along the way. After more than ten minutes, he finally found a place suitable for fishing.

This is a water grass that emerges to the shore. There are many reeds and trees on the side. It looks very cool. From time to time, fish stirring at the bottom of the water, causing layers of wavy light on the lake surface.

Old Patton expressed his satisfaction little, got up and threw the iron anchor into the water to fix the hull, and began preparations.

When fishing in the United States, you need to buy a fishing license, whether it is rivers, lakes or seas. Only Old Patton has it among the three.

However, this is a private ranch, and as long as the fish caught are not sold, no one will come to care about them.

There are three fishing rods placed on the edge of the cabin, and there are also many fishing lines and hooks.

Rota Lake has not been salvaged for many years. The fish are very large and will break the pole if you accidentally get off the pole and break the line. This has happened before.

Han Xuan picked up the fishing rod that Patton prepared for him. This was produced by Pure-fishing Company. It was more than four meters long and felt very light when put in his hand.

He hung the fake bait he bought a few days ago on the hook. Lao Ba looked at the boy and said, "Learn from me, just throw it out and drag it back. It's very simple."

After saying that, he demonstrated it to Han Xuan. The boy nodded, bent down and threw the bait into the water far away. The pulley squeaked and fell down with a light thud, turning the pulley towards the recycling line.

"Yes! That's it."

The old man gave him a thumbs up and threw out his bait. The fish could see moving objects at the bottom of the water, and the fake bait could also emit a fragrance to attract them.

If there is no corresponding mood, fishing is actually a boring thing. After repeating the same action for more than twenty minutes, Anderson caught a puppy fish that was less than three pounds.

Old Patton put the hanging pole on the side of the boat, helped Anderson take off the pike and throw it back into the lake. When he saw Han Xuan's confusion, he explained: "It's too small, put it in the lake and then raise it."

The boy nodded and continued fishing, and the hull swayed slightly on the water.

It was noon just now, and fish were not easy to catch. After a long time, Old Patton hooked a seven or eight pound grass carp, took it off and put it into the fishing net beside the boat, and blinked at the boy.

Han Xuan hummed softly and expressed his dissatisfaction and continued to stare at the bait on the water. At some point, a ball of black water plants floated over and happened to hook the boy's fish hook.

Han Xuan had no choice but to turn the pulley to the recycling line, but unexpectedly, a powerful force came and almost staggered him.

When Patton heard the sound, he turned his head, stood on tiptoe to look at the lake, immediately dropped his fishing rod and walked over, shouting, "Be careful! Boy, hey! This is a turtle!"

He reached out to take the fishing rod, raised one foot to the side of the boat, loosened the line, and then recycled it after a while. Splashes of water pounced on the lake surface, and the boy couldn't see clearly, only seeing the big claws, standing aside and doing anxiously, his face was a little excited.

It is difficult to exert force when fishing on the boat, so the hull keeps floating there. Fortunately, there is an anchor fixed. After another four or five minutes, the big guy finally surrendered and floated on the water.

The old man handed the fishing rod to the boy and smiled and said, "Sailor, we have caught the turtle. You drag it back to the boat. Old captain, I'll help you watch it!"

Anderson also interjected: "It's the first time I've seen someone catch this, you're so lucky."

Xiao Hanxuan rubbed his hands and took the fishing rod and tried hard. Unexpectedly, the turtle struggled again halfway. If Anderson hadn't helped to catch it, he would have lost his hand now. As the fishing line gradually closed, the turtle also showed its full appearance. It had an eagle-like palate, and its small eyes were staring at several people. The front paws of the thick limbs were very sharp. On the dark green tortoise shell that was about 60 cm long, there were ridge-shaped flesh thorns.

This is a North American snapping turtle. Judging from its size, it is probably 50 years old. It is not as old as Old Patton. When it was dragged to the side of the boat, Anderson planned to catch it, but accidentally, he almost got bitten by the snapping turtle. Fortunately, there was a fishing net on the boat, so he safely got it on board.

The fish hook was not in its mouth, but hung on its forelimbs, and the thorns were very deep. Just now it was dragged and a seven or eight centimeter-long wound was pulled out. When Old Patton helped it pull it out, the snapping turtle was still opening its mouth wide to prepare to bite people.

Xiaopang Ding had never seen such a guy before, but he seemed to know that it was not easy to mess with. He stood on the box and looked at the turtle. Han Xuan learned that it was a protective animal, snapping turtle, and suddenly became a little difficult. He wanted to put it back, but it was injured again, so he turned to look around.

The same was true for Old Patton, scratching his head and saying, "Why do you take it back for treatment first."

"It's all we can do first..."

The big snapper was lying in the cabin and motionless, staring at the kitten in front of him with his small eyes. The fat Ding was also looking at it, with his big eyes bright and energetic, and he was in stalemate.

The sky suddenly turned dark and it looked like it was about to rain. Han Xuan and the others became lucky. The big fish took the bait one after another, and the fishing nets were filled with half.

I set off in the evening and went home. The roadside was beautiful, with slanting breeze and drizzle and green lake water.

Unfortunately, no one from the young and old brought an umbrella. Anderson was paddling quickly and he had no leisure in the morning.

Fat Ding hid under the boy's body, played happily, and shook his hair and splashed the boy's face. It was not until Han Xuan slapped it twice on the butt.

Only the big snapper was the happiest, and slowly got up in the cabin.

The boat soon returned to the dock.

PS: Tonight, we went to Taipei 101 to watch the New Year's Eve fireworks. The update may be late. Happy New Year, please recommend and collect it. Thank you~
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