The Top Fishing
Chapter 166 - 134: Cannon Barrel Nesting

Chapter 166: Chapter 134: Cannon Barrel Nesting

The fishing rod, as thick as an adult’s arm and extending dozens of meters in length, made him exclaim as an insider.

He had only heard about it before, but to actually see it today in person, it seemed that the local anglers had truly mastered fishing, a principle of ’longer is stronger’.

He looked at the 7.2-meter platform fishing rod he had chosen for this occasion and suddenly felt it was less appealing.

When it came to this cannon-style fishing, Lin Yang had some understanding, in fact, it wasn’t much different from traditional fishing.

Both used through-line single hook with live bait, and if you wanted to pull and jerk the bait frequently, no one would object, though it was a bit exhausting for the old....

Although supported by the Dragon Gate frame, handling a thirty-meter-long rod just for the pulling action would take no less than half an hour.

So, the local anglers also adopted the method of heavy sinker and large float fishing, automatically ignoring any light nibbles from small or miscellaneous fish.

If luck was poor and small trash fish swarmed the spot, preventing bigger fish from entering, then one would have quite the day ahead.

Of course, the most important aspect was also associated with the terrain around Taihu and most of the surrounding waters.

Most of the lakes and rivers here were flat-bottomed, too shallow around the edges and devoid of aquatic plants, and stretching out more than ten meters might not reach the depth of a person’s height, so fishermen naturally favored longer rods to get a good spot.

Lin Yang didn’t care much about the length of the local anglers’ rods, cannons had their advantages, and short rods their own clever uses.

He found a vacant spot and set down his fishing gear.

As for Xia Xiaoxue, she wasn’t fishing today; she primarily came to take Lin Yang on an outing. Seeing that Lin Yang was fishing, she could only go and take snapshots of the scenery.

After Lin Yang found a fishing spot, the few anglers nearby saw his preparation for platform fishing and couldn’t hide a scornful smile.

Their expressions clearly read: Here comes another fearless angler.

One of the older men, in his fifties, couldn’t help but speak up to remind him, "Hey, young man, trying platform fishing?"

Lin Yang glanced at the speaker, a man around sixty years old, wearing a white baseball cap and a multi-pocketed work jacket.

In front of him was a pole, as thick and long as a cannon rod.

Seeing this, Lin Yang responded with a smile, "Yes, platform fishing. How’s your catch today, uncle?"

As he spoke, he walked over to check out the fishing situation.

"It’s decent today, caught quite a few. Young man, your accent suggests you’re not from around here."

"That’s right, here visiting for a few days. I saw people fishing and couldn’t resist trying it out." Getting closer, Lin Yang replied amiably.

But as he looked at the small red bucket beside the old man, he couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the twenty-plus-meter-long cannon rod, then at the bucket with less than three pounds of catch—and all crimson-fin breams at that—he suddenly admired the old man’s willpower.

"Young man, it’s not that I don’t like you, but your little short rod isn’t going to cut it in this lake. If you want to fish, you need a big cannon rod like this. Not only does it cast far, but it also feels so satisfying when you hook a fish...."

"Oh, look, got another one."

While speaking, the old man stood up, tightened his belt, rolled up his sleeves and with a jump, he pressed down the arm-thick rod and then placed it on the other end of the Dragon Gate frame, picking up the tip.

Another ten-plus centimeter long crimson-fin bream was pulled out of the water.

The old man then began to huff and puff as he drew the rod section by section towards him, soon starting to gasp for air.

Lin Yang couldn’t bear to watch and stepped forward, "Here, uncle, take a break. I’ll pull this fish up for you."

"Oh... thank you, young man."

Lin Yang was also keen to experience the charm of this cannon rod, so he took to huffing and puffing as he drew the rod through.

Even though his physical condition was superior to the average person’s, it still took him four or five minutes to finish drawing the rod and then remove the fish from the hook.

"Wow, young man, you’re pretty good, a natural talent with the cannon. "

The old man, just lighting a cigarette and sitting down, showed a surprised look on his face before giving Lin Yang a thumbs up.

"Haha, it’s my first time trying this. Alright, uncle, carry on."

After throwing the small fish into a nearby bucket, Lin Yang said his goodbyes and left.

"Hey, young man, take an old man’s advice: get yourself a big cannon rod before you come back, that little short rod of yours won’t do a thing!"

Walking back, Lin Yang heard the old man’s words and just smiled helplessly.

Buy a cannon rod?

Only if his head had been bombarded would he consider buying such a thing.

Having just tried it briefly, he was already over the cannon rods, which shouldn’t be considered fishing tools but rather gym equipment...

Returning to his fishing spot, Lin Yang began the preparations for fishing.

He planned to start a live stream again, after all, having come to Taihu, he wanted to let his viewers see the scenery here.

Once the live stream started, plenty of viewers quickly joined in.

"Master Lin is streaming again!"

"Where is the host now? Still in Suzhou?"

Lin Yang glanced at the comments and responded with a smile, "Correct, I’m here by the side of Taihu, about to try out some fishing. "

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