Having evil intentions

Zhang Yang had just begun to figure out the basic fish situation in Pond No. 1, when Xiao Meng also drove there.

There were two other cars that drove into the yard together with Meng Fan's car. The three cars stopped at about the same time. The fishermen then got out of the car one after another and rushed to the practice area with their fishing boxes.

"Xiao Meng, this way!" Lao Zhao, who was trying to fish, saw Meng Fan and said hello and waved from a distance.

Meng Fan carried the fishing box and walked towards Lao Zhao and Zhang Yang.

"I'm sorry, Brother Yang, Brother Zhao, something happened that delayed me for a while!" Meng Fan opened his mouth to apologize first and said hello with a smile.

"The bait in Pit No. 1 is open, you can take it yourself!"

Lao Zhao pointed to the remaining bait in the open bait basin behind him. The three of them were trying to fish, which was quite comfortable.

"Aoao, okay! I've been here a few times, but the fish are not very easy to catch! I just want to try the bait that Brother Yang put out to see how effective it is!" Meng Fan said casually.

"Try fishing first and summarize later! The fish is slippery, so use the fishing rig more carefully!" Zhang Yang warned.

"good!"

After a brief communication, Xiao Meng also packed up his equipment and started trial fishing.

About half an hour later, the alarm clock in Zhang Yang's pocket vibrated, and he put down the fishing rod in his hand.

The length of the competition is also a factor that fishermen need to pay attention to. Zhang Yang set an alarm clock for half an hour in order to understand the current fish situation to a certain extent. After all, a normal competition lasts up to sixty minutes.

There is no need to count the small crucian carp in the fish guard. Zhang Yang already has a clear number in his heart, 22.

Calculated based on this number, the number of fish caught in one hour of fishing at the bottom is about 50, which is basically the same as expected when fishing first started.

After getting to know the fish situation in Pond No. 1, Zhang Yang took out a pack of small yellow noodles from the fishing box and began to prepare bait for the polyculture pit No. 2.

Compared with the target fish, crucian carp, the requirements for polyculture pits are not that high. When preparing the bait, Zhang Yang simply added a small amount of brown sugar paste. The overall bait taste was mainly sweet and slightly fishy.

The spectrum pattern is very good.

What is different from Pit No. 1 is that there are currently very few people in Pit No. 2. In the huge pit, there is only one person diagonally opposite who is trying to fish, and almost no one is fishing.

Zhang Yang prepared the bait three times, five times and two times, and then patiently began to try fishing.

The timer is still half an hour, but when fishing for polyculture, Zhang Yang starts from the first rod and uses an offensive fishing method, rubbing bait and scattering cannons, which is somewhat similar to the black pit fishing method to grab new fish.

Bulkhead took more than ten strokes in a row, and Zhangyang soon started to make moves in his den.

Compared with the moderate slippery state of crucian carp, the condition of polycultured fish is a little more stable. Most of them are carp gaizi, which are about half a catty to one catty. The fish are very thin, with a slender body behind the huge head.

It looks vaguely deformed.

It is said to be a mixed fish culture, but during the actual fishing trial, the fish species in the No. 2 pit were basically this kind of carp kidnappers.

After half an hour of fishing, Zhang Yang only caught a grass carp weighing about two kilograms at the stroke interface, and also anchored a crucian carp weighing two to three kilograms.

Unknowingly, the half-hour countdown ended again, and Zhang Yang had a preliminary understanding of the fish situation at Fishing Ground No. 2.

Generally speaking, the fish species in Pit No. 2 are mainly half-sized carp and kidnappers. The fish have relatively raw mouths and are not obviously wary of loose bait.

Feeding is relatively sparse throughout the year, and the fish are very thin. They barely struggle after catching the fish. Even the grass carp, which weighed about two pounds, slipped into the trap in only two rounds.

After an hour of trial fishing, Zhang Yang basically grasped the general situation of No. 1 and No. 2 pits in the fishing ground. He put down the fishing rod and strolled towards Lao Zhao and Meng Fan.

"How's the fishing going? Have you found the feeling?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

"The fish's mouth is slippery, and many obvious holes can't be hit! Alas, the shot was empty again!" Meng Fan raised the rod while speaking, and missed the shot again with the empty shot.

Zhang Yang glanced at the thread set used by the other party: "Didn't I remind you to use thin threads? Sub-thread 0.8?"

"Ah! The thinnest sub-line here is 0.8! Is it thicker?"

Meng Fan reacted quickly. When Zhang Yang said this, he immediately realized that his sub-line was too thick.

"It's so thick! When you go fishing for polyculture, you can use 0.8 sub-threads! First pick a few pairs of 0.4 point sized ones from my box, then go back to the store and I will tie some for you! Such a thick line can catch crucian carp in No. 1 Pond

, but it’s just an empty gun!”

"Aoao, let me change it next. What about the larger thread? Also change it to a thin one? My current painting is size 1.5!"

"Change, change to 1.0! The float you used is too big. Find a float that takes lead within 1.5 grams, is in the shape of a date pit, and is divided into three equal parts! Adjust two meshes, and start fishing from the two meshes to find the exit point!

"Zhang Yang continued.

"Oh!" Meng Fan immediately began to make adjustments after hearing Zhang Yang's reminder.

Next to him, Lao Zhao also put down his pole, took out a cigarette and gave Zhang Yang a cigarette and asked: "How is it? How does it feel to try fishing?"

Zhang Yang nodded: "If we don't release new fish, the fish situation will not be too fast in normal competitions the day after tomorrow. The density of fish in this pit is average!"

"The density is average? I see that you were not slow at catching fish just now!"

Zhang Yang held the lighter and lit the cigarette and continued to answer: "There are only a few people in the whole pit now! If it is full of people during the competition, Yukou will definitely be much slower!

This kind of fish behavior is relatively friendly to ordinary fishermen, and the probability of luck determining the results will be greater! As long as you have a strong butt, everyone has a chance to get small points!"

"What about the bait and fishing method? Are there any floats on the fish in Pit No. 1?" Zhao Bingguang continued to ask.

Zhang Yang shook his head.

Lao Zhao asked if there was a float. It was a fishing method only used in competitive competitions.

Floating is an extreme fishing method that specializes in fishing for fish with a relatively high water layer. After all, when the density of crucian carp reaches a certain level, the fish layer will reach a very high position.

When fishing for the bottom, the travel time for the float to turn over will be longer, but for floating, this part of the time does not need to be considered. As long as there is a mouth, the efficiency will be much faster than fishing for the bottom.

"There should be no chance of hitting the float. I just pumped for half an hour, and there are not many connections off the bottom. Most of the fish caught were eaten safely at the bottom after the float was in place!"

But this is just a preliminary judgment, I have no plans to conduct experiments with floating cannons!"

"Did you bring it? You're already here, why don't you open some and give it a try!" Lao Zhao continued to ask.

"Okay! Let me try!"

Lao Zhao reminded me, and Zhang Yang didn't do anything. He opened the fishing box and took out the light bran, added granular powder and some basic bait to readjust a very light floating cannon.

Because the proportion of light bran in the loose cannon is very high, the bait looks white and colorful, which is obviously different from the conventional bottom fishing cannon.

Just as Zhang Yang was trying to float fishing with his head down, a strange greeting came from behind.

"Hey, buddy! Your hands are pretty dark. Look at your posture. Are you ready to fuck?"

Zhang Yang turned his head when he heard the noise and found that at some point, a young man wearing a flower hat stood behind him.

The young man looks to be in his mid-twenties, about 1.78 meters tall. He wears a hat with a very sexy colorful print on his head. He has a long and thin face and wears a pair of half-frame sunglasses that change color when exposed to light. Judging from his skin color,

, definitely a senior fisherman.

Zhang Yang knew this person from his memory. His name was Ding Wen. He was considered the number one figure in the competitive fishing circle in W City. He had been with him for a while in his previous life, but at this point, this was the first time that Zhang Yang had met him.

Therefore, Zhang Yang hesitated for a second and grinned: "Hello, buddy! It's your first time here, feel free to give it a try!"

"Lao Xu, here, you don't need to worry about the target fish being floated or pumping! We have tried it many times! If you have that kind of effort, why not save some light bran!" Ding Wen said casually, seeing that Zhang Yang was easier to talk to.

"That's it, thank you! As I said, I've taken more than ten strokes and there's been no movement!"

"Brother, you seem a bit unfamiliar, are you from outside?" Ding Wen continued to ask.

Why did Ding Wen take the initiative to say hello and then ask questions one after another? There is actually a profound meaning in this.

At this point in time, the competitive fishing method of floating is not popular in competitive fishing grounds across the country. Most of those who can master it are masters who have learned from teachers or compete in competitions everywhere.

Ding Wen took the initiative to greet Zhang Yang in order to get to know Zhang Yang's background.

"I'm from the local area, and I'm here to meet my friends! My name is Zhang Yang! What do you call me buddy?" Zhang Yang announced his family name, and he and Ding Wen were officially acquainted.

"Are you Zhang Yang? I've heard your name before. Do you open a fishing gear shop? My name is Ding Wen, and I live in Anfang District!" Ding Wen's eyes lit up when he heard Zhang Yang's name.

"Hello, hello! It's me!"

"I have long admired his name! I heard from my friends that a fishing master has emerged in our W City this year! What, the little yellow noodles, are you the one who made them? The store over there at Lao Ma sells them too!"

After Ding Wen confirmed Zhang Yang's identity, his tone of voice became obviously more enthusiastic.

"Haha, it's just a small fight, but it's just a piece of cake!" Zhang Yang faced the other party's enthusiasm, but still maintained a state of neither being humble nor overbearing.

"Let's sit down together when we get the chance later! I won't talk to you anymore, my friend called me!"

"good!"

Zhang Yang was thoughtful as he watched Ding Wen walk towards the other side.

Strictly speaking, Ding Wen is also one of the hardcore players in Ma Yuhua's shop. He came into contact with fishing relatively early, his skills are also good, and he has no apprenticeship. He is one of the few local fishing masters who can be on an equal footing with Lao Ma.

In his previous life, when Zhang Yang first started to get involved in competitive fishing, he had been close to Ding Wen for a while, but he was in the middle of the game and didn't know it at the time. It was only after he suffered a loss that he realized that this guy was not very authentic.

Judging from the standards of publicity, this person is the kind of player who has a very slippery nature and is relatively good at socializing. It is okay to be familiar with him, but he is not worthy of deep friendship. If he is a little slow in thinking, he can easily be led into trouble by the other party.

When Ding Wen walked away, Lao Zhao squinted his eyes and whispered: "Ding Wen, I was playing at Lao Ma's place! Despite his age, this kid is very good at fishing!"

Zhang Yang smiled: "You said hello in a daze, which scared me. What did I think it was?"

While speaking, Zhang Yang once again quickly pulled two small baits with his double hooks, pinched a loose cannon on the hook handle and threw it into the nest like a reflex.

For the first ten or so poles, Zhang Yang was completely in a nesting state. He would throw the pole into the water for at most one second and then immediately lift it up. He didn't even care about the float and turning over, let alone the floating phase.

However, I was slightly distracted during this shot because of chatting with Lao Zhao. When I returned my attention to the nest, the float had turned over normally.
To be continued...