Fishing Livestream
Chapter 413 - 413 402 Prank

413: Chapter 402 Prank??

413: Chapter 402 Prank??

When Yue Feng had tried fishing with over a dozen rods and began to question life itself, Han Luofeng was also squinting his eyes, deeply immersed in rapid thought.

However, he didn’t suspect foul play or doubt the density of fish in the pond; instead, he suspected that the ragworm bait wasn’t effective, so he switched to Loose Powder and continued to cast for a while.

The density of fish in the pond was already very low, and it was the hottest time of the day, naturally, using Loose Powder yielded no better results.

This made Han Luofeng begin to doubt life as well.

Both expert fishermen were in a state of existential doubt, but their subsequent reactions diverged significantly.

Yue Feng, having tried fishing in every spot of his own little area, was the first to make an adjustment, directly changing the main line to 0.6, the branch line to 0.3, the hook to a number four Sleeve Hook, and switched the float to the smallest number one for lead weight.

And during the process of fishing, there is one fundamental principle: to gather as much information as possible.

What counts as information?

Any signal related to the fish’s behavior is information!

The most direct point is the various movements of the float after it enters the water, which are the main sources of information!

It was this point that highlighted the importance of using a finer line setup.

Using more sensitive floats and smaller branch lines, any small ripple or movement around the feeding spot was detectable.

This was much more sensitive compared to the use of coarse hooks and thick lines.

For an angler racing against the hour, the first five minutes spent probing for fish behavior was already long enough.

With swift hands, Yue Feng changed to the finest tackle in his possession and immediately began to try out a new strategy.

He targeted the feeding spot directly in front of him at eight-tenths depth of his rod as a reference point and made a few small feeding spots the size of red dates in five different directions: front, back, left, and right, then patiently waited after everything was set.

The Plum Blossom Stack method is a powerful technique when fish activity is extremely low, expanding the range of bait within the feeding spot as much as possible without making too many feeding spots.

By fishing in each small spot in turn, if any fish entered the feeding area, the chance of catching fish was much higher than just sticking with a single spot.

While Yue Feng changed his strategy and made adjustments, Han Luofeng’s reaction was far less adequate.

Perhaps due to a set mindset, Han Luofeng attributed the lack of fish biting more to the flavor of the bait, mood, and the position of the oxygenator and started making various adjustments from a different angle.

Was it because the flavor of the bait was too strong that the fish weren’t biting?

Or was the high temperature causing the fish to suffer from lack of oxygen and not feed near the bottom?

Or could there be something else at play near the oxygenator?

Should he try casting slightly off target?

Han Luofeng tried all the adjustments he could think of, but none improved the situation.

Seeing that both experts were floundering, the crowd of onlookers gradually lost patience and grew noisy.

Zhao Zheng squinted his eyes, intently watching every move of the two men, feeling that something was off but unable to pinpoint what it was.

So, he turned his gaze toward the instructor.

“Instructor, what’s going on?

Something seems off!” Zhao Zheng whispered.

“What feels off?

Tell me what you think,” Yang Wenjian internally had a clear understanding but this was not the moment to reveal any secrets.

He turned to look at Zhao Zheng and tossed the question right back at him.

Zhao Zheng scratched his head: “We’ve been fishing for ten minutes now, and neither of them has caught a single fish.

Could it be that the pond’s fish are on vacation and didn’t come to work?

It’s not because the temperature’s too high and the fish are oxygen-starved and have left the bottom, is it?”

When saying this, Zhao Zheng had no confidence in his own theory.

Logically, even if the fish were oxygen-starved and not near the bottom, there would still be sporadic movement of the float upon entering the water.

At the very least, the newly bred small fish of spring should be nibbling at the bait.

But now there was nothing, almost as if the line and bait had been thrown into a bathtub.

“I don’t think that’s the issue!” Before Instructor Yang could reply, Guan Ping’an, who had been silently observing the competition, shook his head and spoke.

“Huh?

Brother Guan, do you have any insights?”

Guan Ping’an said, “Not even a glimmer of fish, not a single fish star!

Either there are no fish in the pond, or the fishing spots they both chose are devoid of fish!”

As he spoke, Guan Ping’an also looked up at Yang Wenjian, trying to discern something from the instructor’s face.

It was a good thought, but as an instructor, naturally, he wasn’t as naive as a greenhorn, Yang Wenjian’s expression remained normal, showing no signs of irregularity.

Yang Wenjian looked at Guan Ping’an with a slight smile and said, “Let’s just be patient and continue watching.

We can discuss this after the match is over.

Guessing now could affect the two competitors on the field!”

Seeing that the instructor had spoken, Zhao Zheng stopped talking and continued to watch the match with pursed lips.

After more than ten minutes of non-action in the competition, Yue Feng had gradually calmed down from his initial frenzy to pair fragments of a quiet discussion he’d overheard behind him; suddenly, a lightbulb went off in his head.

Damn, there really might be no fish at all!

With that thought, Yue Feng silently invoked his skill for choosing fishing spots, and his gaze swept once again over the area directly in front of him.

My goodness, not to mention his own and Han Luofeng’s spots—casting his eyes over the entire pond, all fishing spots were gray.

A gray fishing spot meant one simple thing: either no fish were present, or the fish density was too low; it was highly unfavorable for fishing, and only such spots would show up as black.

So his initial judgment was correct; he had been deceived by the instructor!

Now with a clear judgment, Yue Feng quickly began to think.

The challenge had begun, and quitting midway was definitely out of the question.

Could it be that the instructor had other intentions?

That shouldn’t be right; he hadn’t caused any trouble, and it was the other party who came over to initiate the challenge first.

Among fishermen, especially competitive anglers, challenges like this are as common as eating and drinking; the instructor shouldn’t have had such a strong reaction.

Putting aside this logical explanation, there was only one conclusion left: the instructor’s wicked sense of humor was getting the best of him, looking to play a prank using this situation while also teaching everyone a lesson!

Understanding this, Yue Feng’s tense nerves naturally relaxed, and he entered a passive state of competition.

With an extremely low density of fish in the pit, or rather none at all, there was no use trying different drawing frequencies or changing bait flavors; Yue Feng maintained a slow frequency of casting about once every minute, rotating through spots while fishing passively, seizing an opportunity if there was a bite, and letting it go if there wasn’t.

At this point in the match, there was hardly any practical meaning left!

An hour into the competition, for the first forty minutes, both competitors were pretty much just staring blankly.

However, the Goddess of Victory still seemed a bit biased towards Yue Feng.

During the 45th minute of the challenge, as Yue Feng was casting normally, the float paused slightly on its way down and, approaching the bottom, surprisingly showed a subtle movement.

Despite his passive casting frequency, Yue Feng never relaxed his sharp gaze.

Seeing the float finally move a bit, he immediately held his breath and tensed up—fish had entered the feeding spot!

The more difficult the competition, the more precious the catch.

In Taiwan fishing competitions, many events end with scarcely any decent catches; sometimes a single fish can make a difference in the scores.

Yue Feng’s situation was much like this.

Seeing movement in the float, he focused his attention one hundred percent.