The Top Fishing
Chapter 448 - 212: Sailing and Fishing_2

Chapter 448: Chapter 212: Sailing and Fishing_2

"Hey, need any help?" Lin Yang then shouted in his somewhat broken English to Smith across from him.

The other party’s forehead veins popped up when he heard the greeting, he kept his head down and didn’t speak, laid the rod flat, wrapped the PE line around the glove on his palm, and yanked it roughly, once again snapping the leader line and losing another treasured edition lure.

Actually, the tricks Lin Yang played were all very small details, but when these details added up, they caused significant damage. It could be said that he executed the strategy of psychological warfare to an extremely exaggerated extent.

Seeing that Smith was thoroughly enraged, Lin Yang checked his hook, then cast towards the spot where his opponent had just thrown his line.

You’ve been secretly watching my moves, haven’t you?

If you don’t understand it once, I’ll perform it a few more times for you. Unless you have X-ray vision to see underwater, no matter how many times you watch, it’s in vain.

After casting more than ten times, Lin Yang’s lure never once got hung up on the submerged branches, and he had scoured every suspicious spot in the vicinity with his earlier casts, leaving no new discoveries.

Now Smith and his crew had learned their lesson and stopped interfering with Lin Yang’s casting area, moving the marker to a larger and relatively safe position farther out.

Seeing that there was no longer any point, Lin Yang signaled the captain to continue sailing and move on to other areas.

From beginning to end, his actions of removing three hooks and re-installing three hooks were done openly in front of the captain, which is why the captain was the only foreigner who understood how he could fish so easily without losing his bait.

The more he understood, the more shocked the captain became. To achieve such exaggerated precision in casting was beyond his understanding.

After all, he had fished his whole life and believed he definitely couldn’t do it. Not only could he not, but no one among all his angling friends could achieve such extreme precision.

A Yellow race person participating in this international fishing contest was indeed no ordinary individual.

The captain very politely asked, "Mr. Lin Yang, according to the time, most of the markers in the lake should have been divided up by competing anglers by now. Shall we continue to the other recorded markers, or should we just cruise around and try our luck?"

Lin Yang glanced at the time, and before he knew it, it was already almost eleven o’clock. Time had flown so quickly, he hardly felt it, and the competition was already more than halfway through.

"Just cruise around, don’t go too fast, and don’t let the bunch behind us fall too far behind," he said offhand.

"All right."

The captain slowed down the fishing boat, moving as smoothly as if strolling on the lake.

The ’wolf pack’, who had lost quite a few lures to snags, still hadn’t given up. They quickly followed Lin Yang’s boat when it changed locations. However, this time the judge’s boat did not continue; they received other patrol instructions from the shore and returned.

The fishing boat traveled on the lake for a long while, and Lin Yang almost didn’t find any worthwhile fishing spots. He didn’t know what was happening underwater, the best locations hardly had any fish, and he didn’t discover any resource-rich areas.

"Let’s change direction. Are there any good spots near the shore? Let’s change our approach," he suggested again.

In a contest with such a vast water surface, the preferred spots are usually the various markers in the lake. If those have already been scavenged, it was time to think differently with the remaining time.

Lin Yang’s fishing mindset kept his thoughts clear. Often, it wasn’t true that the deeper you went towards the center of the lake, the more target fish there would be. Near the shore as well, many areas could potentially have plenty of target fish.

Based on this judgment, the captain, following Lin Yang’s request, steered toward the western bank at the edge of their line of sight. Smith and a few others were still trailing behind in their boats.

When they reached the western shore, Lin Yang’s guess was right. There were no fishing boats near the shore, but he discovered a marker in an area rich with resources.

"Take the boat south a bit, about thirty meters should do it, stop around there, maybe we can try our luck," Lin Yang had the captain adjust the boat’s position, and both prepared to fish.

By the shore, with unclear obstacles, he could only use the advantage of being first to choose his position to protect his marker.

The contest rules didn’t restrict the number of people at a fishing spot but clearly stated that anglers couldn’t directly interfere with others’ fishing.

Moving the boat and adjusting the angle could place the center of this marker on their side, so if other boats stopped nearby wanting to cast, they would have to either continue south against the wind or cast near Lin Yang’s boat. The line would cross over from the left, affecting Lin Yang’s fishing according to the rules, which would be a violation.

Once the boat stopped at Lin Yang’s predetermined position, he couldn’t wait to throw his lure.

The first few casts were also a good opportunity to establish dominance. If the others were slow to arrive and found them reeling in fish, it would definitely crush their morale.

The competition had progressed to now being about more than just scores. It had escalated to issues of face and dignity, and Lin Yang had no intention of giving these foreign anglers with poor sportsmanship any quarter.

His lure landed precisely in the predetermined spot, and Lin Yang calmly waited for it to hit bottom before jerking the rod and reeling in.

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