The Top Fishing Master

"It's not like it's snagged on the bottom, it feels like it caught onto something, I can move it, although just a little bit. Hey~ Lin Yang, do you think it might have hooked onto the bear you guys were dealing with?"

With his rich experience in fishing, Wang Bo's imagination ran wild. If he could not just catch people but a bear too, wouldn't that be something?

"..."

Hearing this, Lin Yang recalled that dark and windy night. Right now, if Wang Bo really pulled up that bear, he wouldn't find it odd at all.

All of a sudden, Lin Yang's curiosity was piqued.

"Brother Bo, you're pulling so slow, why don't I give it a try?"

In terms of fishing and strength, Wang Bo knew he couldn't compare to him.

Watching Wang Bo dawdling, Lin Yang volunteered.

"Hey hey, I can handle this myself, I know you're strong, but if it snaps, we'll have to go down to check it out."

If it was just a lure stuck in the river, of course, they could ignore it, but the current situation was a bit peculiar. The lure might actually be hooked onto a bear. If the line snapped, they might have to go down to confirm the situation.

Otherwise, they wouldn't sleep well tonight.

The fishing line Wang Bo was using wasn't very thick, so he couldn't rush it and could only proceed slowly.

"What are you two up to? Brother Wang, did it snag on the bottom?"

While the two were whispering, Xu Kun returned to the shore with his fishing rod, curious as he saw them looking intently at the water.

"Originally thought it was snagged, but now it seems not. It feels more like it's hooked onto something. You heard that gunshot earlier too, Brother Cai, right?

It was Brother Zhang who fired that shot, hit a bear, and the bear fell into the water. We were just guessing if it hooked onto that bear."

The more Wang Bo talked, the more he thought it was possible, unconsciously adding a bit more force to his hand, and the speed of reeling in the line increased slightly.

"...Could it be such a coincidence? Should I go take a look?"

All the way along, Wang Bo insisted on calling Xu Kun "Brother Cai," and Xu Kun gave up trying to correct him, resigning to his fate.

Right now, he was wearing waders, and as long as the river wasn't too deep, he could go over and take a look.

"No need, Brother Cai, who knows how deep it is in the middle. Since it's still moving, let's keep pulling it. If it really won't budge, then we'll go have a look."

Waders are convenient for entering the water, but when it's too deep, they can be hazardous. One unstable standing, and there might be an accident.

Fishing is great, but you always need to pay attention to safety.

Not only was it cast out, but a fish even took the bait!

As Lin Yang cast the fly hook on the line into the river in front of him, a Chinook salmon leapt out of the water, biting the fly hook just as it was about to enter the water.

The fly fishing reel on Lin Yang's fly rod was instantly spun by the hooked fish.

Even though the position of the reel felt a bit awkward, he was an experienced angler with the almost muscle-memory response to reel in when a fish was hooked. As soon as there was movement, his hand immediately reached for the reel and started turning.

It's just that the handle of this fly fishing reel was a bit small, making it not very convenient to use. And as the reel turned, the rod kept shaking, which made him somewhat uncomfortable.

Despite this, he still managed to reel the hooked fish in front of him.

It was a Chinook salmon, weighing about three or four pounds.

Lin Yang casually released it back into the water.

"Lin Yang, you're good, caught a fish with the first cast!"

Wang Bo was still wrestling with the unknown object hooked in the river, which might not be resolved anytime soon. Xu Kun watched for a while and, seeing Lin Yang caught a fish, came over to take a look.

"Well... it's just that the resources are better here in Russia, you can easily catch fish anywhere."

"Yeah, back home, trying to have a good fly fishing experience often requires trekking through mountains and waters to find those scarcely visited streams, sometimes really envying these foreigners."

"Haha, there are just too many people at home, nothing we can do about it. By the way, Brother Cai, this reel doesn't seem to work that well..."

"Hmm... fly reels are better for handling larger fish, for smaller ones, the experience isn't as good. But generally, a fly reel is just used for storing the line,

when a fish is hooked, retrieving it is usually done by hand pulling the line. Fly fishing lines are thick enough, with plenty of friction. You hold the rod with one hand, press the line with your fingers, and use the other hand to pull the line, and you can bring the fish in. It also saves the effort of rewinding the line for the next cast."

"Oh~ so that's how it is!"

No wonder Lin Yang found shaking the fly reel awkward; it turns out it's not meant for reeling in the fish.

Then he cast again, pulling out around ten meters of fishing line, which is not comparable to five or six meters and requires some technique.

Lin Yang stood by the shore, first placing four or five meters of fishing line into the stream, leaving the rest at his feet.

He then repeated the previous actions: raising the rod, swinging it, while holding the line with the other hand, releasing a bit of line at a time as he cast.

After repeating this five times, he finally got about ten meters of fishing line flying in the air like a ribbon.

Then came a powerful forward cast, launching the line out.

Seems easy enough~

This time, there was no fish biting instantly. The line, with the fly hook, floated along the river with the current. Lin Yang mimicked Xu Kun's actions, lightly tugging the line, causing the fly hook on the river's surface to move.

As soon as there was movement, a splash erupted on the surface where the fly hook was, followed by a tugging feeling in his hand that was holding the line!

This direct sensation passing through to his hand struck his soul, filling him with excitement.

Instinctively, he jerked the rod, performing a set hook action, and then tried to spin the reel.

Luckily, his quick thinking kicked in, and he immediately remembered Xu Kun's previous instructions. He extended his index finger from the hand holding the rod to catch the restless line, acting as tension control, and then used the other hand to pull the line, reeling the fish in.

This unique way of reeling in fish was very novel and quite fun.

The fish wasn't very big and was soon pulled to him, another Chinook salmon, weighing about two to three pounds.

Next was casting even longer line; this time, Lin Yang pulled out almost twenty meters of it.

However, this time he encountered a problem. With twenty meters of line, standing on the shore, it was impossible to spread it out, and the accumulated line at his feet easily got tangled.

That's when Lin Yang understood why Xu Kun was fly fishing while standing in the water.

With the water's help, the line would be straightened, preventing it from tangling.

Thinking of this, he took off his shoes, rolled up his pant legs, and waded into the stream.

The water near the shore wasn't very deep, just reaching up to his mid-calf, icy and refreshing, very comfortable.

Once again, he pulled out the line and laid it on the river surface, letting the flowing water straighten it.

This feels right.

Lin Yang began trying to cast with about twenty meters of line.

As the rod swung through the air, the line danced longer and longer in the air.

But at about fifteen meters, Lin Yang, not paying attention, watched the line with the fly hook weakly fall onto the river surface.

The connected line followed suit, also landing on the water's surface. No matter how hard he swung the rod, he could only lift about ten meters of line, while the crucial fly hook remained floating on the river surface.

Along with the rod's movement, it traced paths across the water, but never left the surface.

It was a failed cast.

Failure is the mother of success; Lin Yang tried again.

Finally, on his fifth attempt, he managed to get all twenty meters of line flying through the air.

But he could only swing the line into the air, controlling the line's trajectory was beyond him, left to chance.

"Oh crap."

Just then, Wang Bo shouted from not far away.

Lin Yang couldn't help but glance over, drawn by the shout.

He saw about ten meters away on the water's surface, a brown silhouette appeared.

Judging by its appearance, it was likely the brown bear Brother Zhang had just shot and killed.

"..."

With Wang Bo's loud shout, Lin Yang was distracted, and the line swung by the rod fell down; part of it landed right on him and got tangled.

Thankfully, Xu Kun was also distracted by Wang Bo's shout, avoiding an awkward scene.