The Top Fishing
Chapter 485 - 224: The School of Fish Comes_3

Chapter 485: Chapter 224: The School of Fish Comes_3

He had thought that he had cracked the code to catch the Bluefin, and that he would soon catch a fish. However, the next hour passed without any sign from either side.

Because the fish had escaped, Captain Harry seemed a bit embarrassed and ended up chopping a large basin of mixed fish meat. He took a spoon and started baiting in the water upstream at the stern.

Time flew by and it was past three-thirty in the afternoon when the fishing gear, silent for over an hour, showed signs of activity again.

Lin Yang was chatting with his live streaming audience when suddenly, about 30 meters from the ship’s side, a clear arrow-shaped ripple appeared on the water surface.

The fish underwater seemed to go crazy, desperately fleeing, and many herrings weighing over half a pound jumped out of the water, gliding several meters before splashing back down.

Seeing this, Lin Yang turned his head to look at the captain.

The captain noticed the anomaly too. His hand on the reel, he decisively reeled in the kite fishing gear he had cast out.

"What’s up?" Lin Yang asked curiously, seeing the captain’s action.

"There are predatory fish preying on the herring school, I guess it’s the Golden Spearfish group. Let’s change the bait, we might have a chance to catch a big one!"

As Captain Harry finished explaining, the fishing gear was reeled in.

The herring on the hook, after being streamed for over half an hour, was barely alive with barely any liveliness left.

Harry casually unhooked the nearly dead herring, then scooped up a larger one from the live well with a net and hooked it on.

After attaching the bait, he didn’t rush to cast it back into the water but instead, mimicking Lin Yang’s earlier technique, he trimmed the bait fish’s fins with scissors.

Once everything was prepared, they launched the kite again and cast the fishing gear into the water.

The newly changed bait fish was quite lively. Once in the water, it took the hook and the gear and dashed forward.

In barely half a minute, it had moved beyond 30 meters from the side of the ship, right into the area where there had been frequent fish activity before.

Due to the balance of forces, the kite also drifted further, violently swaying under the sea breeze.

Lin Yang habitually glanced at the distant kite, his gaze scanning around the sea surface, looking for signs of fish activity.

But before he could spot any fish activity, the peripherals of his vision first caught sight of the kite in midair.

The kite, which had been in good condition under the blowing sea breeze, suddenly seemed to be violently pulled from underneath the water, instantly losing balance and plummeting downward.

What followed was the sound of the fishing pole’s reel clicking continuously as line was rapidly released. This time, Lin Yang, being closer, swiftly took two large steps forward and grabbed the fishing rod.

Normally, the resistance during streaming was set to a relatively low state, and after hooking a fish, the line would be let out freely for several tens to hundreds of meters before gradually starting to tighten and attempt to control the fish.

Last time, as the captain controlled the fish with the rod, Lin Yang had noted one or two key points. Now faced with a hooked fish again, Lin Yang showed no flaws.

"Wow, we hooked one! The host reacted so fast this time."

"Indeed he was fast! If he had been slower, Captain might have grabbed it again. What if it had escaped again?"

"Uh, why does the host seem even more skilled than the experienced captain when it comes to letting out line, adjusting drag, and slowly controlling the fish?"

The audience in the live stream was not mistaken. Although Lin Yang was fishing for Bluefin Tuna for the first time, his sea fishing skills appeared to be much stronger than the captain’s.

However, it was clear that this was not a small fish, and he felt it could be even larger than the one that got away from the captain earlier.

He had only been enduring for a minute, and his arms were already sore to death.

The previously caught small Bluefin, though weighing around a hundred pounds, was comparatively easy for Lin Yang to handle. He managed to pull it up without much trouble after several bursts of extreme sprints.

But facing the underwater behemoth now was a different story altogether.

Since hooking the fish, the underwater prey had been frantically fleeing. He had tried locking the drag to a higher setting and confronting the fish with brute force, but as soon as the drag was set higher, the force feeding back into the rod in his hands became unbearably heavy.

The robust sea fishing rod, with one end gripped in both hands pressed against his abdomen, and the other end attached to a behemoth acting like a wild, runaway horse.

The rod, thicker than a human thumb, was pulled into a dramatically arched bow, looking like it might snap at any moment.

At this critical juncture, it was no longer about fishing techniques or tactics; it was a pure test of the angler’s core strength.

Those with greater strength and endurance had the advantage, the weaker or less resilient were at a disadvantage, and there was no technique involved.

Speaking of physical fitness, Lin Yang was among the world’s elite, but facing the sea’s giant fish weighing hundreds or even thousands of pounds, he was still outmatched.

In less than ten minutes, he felt himself progressively weakening; his muscles became incredibly stiff, starting to tremble uncontrollably.

These first ten minutes were crucial in the fight with the fish.

It could be said that if he could withstand these first ten minutes, then subduing the fish would be halfway successful.

Almost ten more minutes passed, and Lin Yang felt like he could no longer hold on.

The Bluefin underwater, although not necessarily as big as the Giant Grouper he had caught last time, differed from the Grouper.

Although Groupers also burst powerfully, they at least allowed you time to breathe. The tuna, however, seemed to move incessantly underwater, giving you no chance to breathe, simply comparing who would run out of strength first with the angler.