Back to the Past to Become a Fishing King-Chapter 643 - 373: Record Broken in the First Match (Part 2)

Split the hooks, bait them, and cast the rod into the water. The steel-footed bobber turned over at a very fast speed, then quickly completed the first swing, paused slightly, and the second swing reached the bottom. It only took a little over four seconds for the double hooks to touch the water surface.

The fish were cooperating well. As soon as the double hooks reached their position, the bobber gave a small bite of about half an eye. Lift the rod and hook the fish, there you go!

The first small crucian carp was easily brought out of the water!

Zhang Yang held the leader line with his left hand, pressing lightly on the blocking needle at the fish keeper's mouth, and the small crucian fish dropped into the fish keeper, one tail!

After unhooking, Zhang Yang swiftly separated the leader line and continued the action of rebaiting and casting. The fishing set went into the water, and the steel-footed bobber quickly turned over and reached the bottom again!

The entire process sounded very complicated, but if you stood behind Zhang Yang as an observer, his entire procedure was as smooth as flowing water, with not a single superfluous move, looking extremely fluid.

Fishing spots were not yet densely populated with fish, so Zhang Yang did not rush to catch double tails. He consciously made the bait ball slightly larger to attract fish to the spot, casting consecutively over ten times, hooking a fish with every cast, and soon over ten fish were in the keeper.

After casting another ten times, the fish density at the spot increased noticeably. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

When Zhang Yang was fishing with the steel-footed bobber, he consciously ignored the first pause and went for the second bite or upward movement, and the double-tail success rate soared, quickly stabilizing above 80%.

How about Liu Zi sitting next to Zhang Yang and the friend on the other side of Da Ge?

Their catch rate also seemed quick, with bites on every cast, but compared to Zhang Yang's efficiency, they were far behind.

Because Zhang Yang's bobber turned quickly and reached the position early, at the same time of casting, Zhang Yang had already lifted the fish out of the water and unhooked it at the blocking needle, while his neighbors were still completing their second swing of the cast, entirely one beat slower in rhythm.

Even Liu Zi with the number three short bobber was at least three seconds slower than Zhang Yang in terms of bobber performance and fishing set timing. The pacing competition was instantly widened due to the subtleties in bobber choice and use.

A twenty-minute fish-counting competition, while focusing and concentrating, time seemed to pass by too quickly. Just when everyone was feeling a bit unwilling to stop, an alarm went off on a phone.

Da Ge was the first to put down his fishing rod and abruptly stood up from the fishing box.

"Time's up! Put down the rods, start counting the tails from the east end!"

This fish-counting event was unlike official competitions where one cannot leave the fishing spot. Everyone put down their rods and quickly started counting the fish catch.

With everyone watching, there was no chance for anyone to cheat during the counting: one, two, three, up to fifteen or twenty, and soon each person's count result was out.

In the first official fish-counting, Xiaobao and Liu Zi were quite eager when counting, but Zhang Yang was different. He had a cigarette in his mouth, stretched lazily, and didn't move a muscle.

78 fish tails!

While casting and fishing earlier, Zhang Yang kept counting the tails in his mind. Calculated for the hourly rate, this result was over two hundred, which was definitely an impressive statistic.

With a short rod, shallow water, a steel-footed bobber quickly flipping to the bottom, and a very fast fish condition, this exaggerated result was achieved.

Under normal circumstances, in a standard competition pond, achieving over two hundred fish per hour generally only happens under floating fish conditions. Catching solidly at the bottom at this speed is pretty much the theoretical limit.

"Zhu Wenquan, 43 tails!"

"Wow, not bad, over forty!"

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"Xiao Chen, 45 tails!"

"Tsk tsk, Xiao Chen caught two more!"

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"Da Ge's turn, 61 tails!"

"Wow... Da Ge performed amazingly this round, beating nearly ten more fish! How did he do it?"

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As each angler's results were counted, onlookers erupted in excited exclamations. The loudest outburst was when Da Ge's result was counted.

Sixty-one fish is actually already considered a very advanced result under the current fish conditions. Their previous fishing results over the past couple of days barely reached fifty-seven or eight. Breaking sixty felt like breaking a major bottleneck.

Gradually, a few people in Zhang Yang's team also tallied their results, mostly over fifty, not at the bottom but not in the top three, a mix of good and bad.

"Da Ge, breaking sixty tails is a major threshold! You probably nailed this round! The difference is quite obvious!" a familiar person to Da Ge said with a chuckle.

"Just performed well, that's all! The gap isn't that big. At this spot on my side, every fish was a double tail, you wouldn't catch badly sitting here yourselves!"

Da Ge, with a cigarette in his mouth, was in high spirits with the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes relaxing!

This scene continued until the brother counting the fish catch reached behind Zhang Yang.

"Hey, Brother Zhang Yang, it's your turn! Count them!" Da Ge cordially called out to Zhang Yang.

"Alright!" Zhang Yang responded, stood up, and lifted the fish keeper out of the water.

"Wow, that looks like a lot!"

"Yes, indeed, but Master Zhang is using a fish keeper with a 35 cm diameter, maybe that's why it looks like it!"

"I still think Da Ge caught more!"

The observers chatted among themselves, while the brother responsible for counting poured the fish into the plastic basin and quickly began counting.

During the first thirty counts, everyone was voicing their opinions. But when the count surpassed fifty, no one was speaking.

With fifty fish counted out, there were still dozens in the basin. Even without a specific count, at a glance, one could tell Zhang Yang had already won. After all, seeing over ten fish at a glance was easy, and there were around thirty fish still in the basin.

Everyone held their breath as the fish were counted, and finally, a number was reported.

"Zhang Yang, 78 fish!"

"Whoa, the boss is awesome!"

"Outdid Da Ge by nearly twenty fish! How did he do it?"

"Boss, you're amazing!"

Da Ge: "No dispute, one point! Well done, Brother Zhang Yang! You're truly extraordinary, while I was still feeling proud after breaking sixty fish, you've rendered it insignificant with your tally!"

Though Da Ge lost a point, he was still in good spirits, pulling out a cigarette to share around, offering one to Zhang Yang with a smile.

Zhang Yang grinned broadly, "Haha, lucky break! Position seven must have been primed by the previous guy, the first cast was a double tail!

Even started hooking fish towards the end! To have fish condition that hits right in the warm enclosure, how can you argue with that?"

"Wow, so that's what happened? If it's hooking fish, that explains it!" Da Ge pondered after listening.

Soon, the others finished tallying their results. Without a doubt, Zhang Yang took the point and pocketed eighty bucks.

Da Ge came second with sixty-one fish.

A guy named Xiao Hui, hanging out with Da Ge, caught fifty-three and took third place.

Han Mocheng came fourth, catching fifty-two.

Liu Zi was sixth with fifty fish.

Meng Fan caught forty-eight.

Xiaobao was at the bottom, with only thirty-nine fish.

For ten people, from finishing to completing the fish count and settling the winnings took around ten minutes. Roughly ten minutes without fishing, the spot would empty out, having little impact on the next round.

"Continuing the next round?" Da Ge asked Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang scratched his head, "Haha, we're fine with whatever. We can continue or take a break for a smoke and let the spot clear out!"

Da Ge: "Let's take a little break then! Five minutes of rest, I'll just take the opportunity to adjust the bait and float."

"Okay! Off to pee! Anyone coming along?" Zhang Yang called out boldly as he headed towards the restroom.

The others stayed put, but Xiaobao casually followed him.

Others didn't know, but Xiaobao did. Before the fish-counting, Zhang Yang mentioned a problem with his fishing setup, and as the fish-counting concluded, it turned out to be true.

Thinking he performed decently before counting, but ended up at the bottom. Just the right time to ask Zhang Yang for advice while taking a bathroom break.