Reborn in the Millennium: Building a Fortune from Fishing

Chapter 589 Loading the Big Truck

On the last day, we won't fish and will head straight back. We'll only have one day to fish tomorrow.

This spot came at just the right time; it was really satisfying to catch several batches of them at once.

In the past, when Uncle Qing and his friends went fishing, they would usually go to a designated spot, or sometimes they would go to a place where ocean currents converged without a designated spot. This time was much more comfortable.

Most of the people on the boat have gone ashore, and the catch of 20,000 fish was quite easy to make.

Lucky individuals like Qin Dahe and Huazai have caught fish worth over 40,000 yuan, making one worth the equivalent of two.

However, everyone wants to take a lot of good stuff back to eat and give as gifts.

Currently, we are only missing bluefin tuna. This spot is a mixed first-level spot with a large water depth range, so there is a chance.

Everyone was busy going online all night, reapplying gold leaf to their lures, and preparing for tomorrow's punctures.

The 401 continental shelf is quite far away. The boat set off at four in the morning. This marker belongs only to their fishing boat, so there's no rush.

Qin Dahe woke up at seven o'clock, but didn't arrive at the destination until eight.

After going downstairs, the sun shone directly on the foredeck, and golden waves rippled on the water.

He wondered if he should get up early tomorrow to watch the sunrise; the sunrise over the sea must be beautiful.

However, thinking about today's plans, I gave up again, because I definitely won't be able to get up tomorrow.

Because his electric winch wasn't online, he planned to do it again by hand today.

"Big river."

"Ah Long, Uncle Qing, are you going to do it barehanded today too?" The two men on the aft deck were attaching lines to the boat's mast.

"Let's play around with it. If it doesn't work, we'll call for help." A flicker of excitement flashed in Uncle Qing's eyes.

Today is the last day of fishing. I'll have some fun and then go back to shore to rest for a few days.

Ah Long had a similar idea: to make the most of the last day and have some fun.

Qin Dahe had already attached the line to the boat's mast last night, and had already cast it 1200 meters up. Any more and the reel wouldn't be able to hold it all.

Human strength has its limits. When you really can't control it anymore, you should let the line out. Theoretically speaking, as long as the line is long enough, you can even outmaneuver a shark.

I brushed my teeth and washed my face, ate some pickled vegetables and porridge, and then all I had to do was wait.

The ship cut through the waves, leaving a diagonal line behind it, and the sea breeze was refreshingly cool.

The heavens were kind to us; during my six days in the South China Sea, it only rained once, and it was just a light drizzle in the middle of the night.

"We've arrived at the location. Everyone, take your positions." Boss Li's deep voice came through the loudspeaker.

“The water at the punctuation mark is complex, and it is a place where ocean currents converge. There are large fish with a body size of more than one meter from 100 meters to 200 meters.”

"Everyone, get ready to fish and be mindful of your own safety."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Dahe carried his fishing rod to the foredeck.

Since it's a confluence of ocean currents, there's no fish migration, so you can fish all day long.

The boat pole is really heavy; it's easier to put it on the gunwale. Then it's time to let out the line.

The first cast was placed directly at 220 meters, then reeled in, creating a back-and-forth motion to entice the fish.

Manual fishing offers more flexibility, while electric reel has a fixed reel-in and let-out speed, making even jigging movements too small.

He stuck the fishing rod directly into his waistband, like a big bird, and turned the reel with one hand, even lighting a cigarette in between.

Other types of fish using electric reels are even more convenient; you just press a button when you hook a fish.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Before he could even take a second breath, his body was suddenly lifted up, and the fish was on the plate.

He reacted quickly, instantly assuming a horse stance, throwing away his cigarette, and starting to press down on the fishing rod.

The 30-kilogram pressure release made a creaking sound, "The goods have arrived."

He was the first to catch a fish again, awesome!

"A hundred pounds?" "Definitely, this line is flying a bit fast." He didn't really know the exact weight, but the wheel only had about thirty kilograms of resistance.

When fishing manually, the drag force cannot be too great, otherwise it will pull the person in.

Thirty kilograms of drag means thirty kilograms of pulling force, which allows an adult to continuously play a fish for a long time.

Stand in a horse stance, tensing all your muscles. At this point, all you need to do is hold the fishing rod in place.

Anyway, today's line is 1200 meters. I don't believe that a fish on performance-enhancing drugs could pull 30 kilograms and swim a kilometer forward.

Although he was the first to catch a fish, he wasn't the first to land a fish. Ten minutes later, someone caught a 40-pound bigeye tuna.

It's priced similarly to yellowfin tuna, but its fatness is just average.

Qin Dahe had also cast out 400 meters of fishing line. He knew in his heart that he had encountered a giant fish, and reeling it in would be a bit difficult.

I wiped the sweat from my face; I was completely soaked.

The next day, when he was fishing for big tuna, he stubbornly tried to reel in the line because he didn't know how, and ended up ruining himself for two days.

I've learned my lesson today: as long as the line is still being released, there's no rush to reel it in; the fish will eventually run out of energy.

Another 15 minutes passed, and we were already at the 600-meter mark. Retrieving the wheels was also a hassle, as retrieving the low-speed wheels was extremely difficult on the back.

After a hundred meters, things finally calmed down, and now it was time to put him to the test.

Using all your weight to press down on the fishing rod, and then pulling it up twice as you lift it, you have to repeat this action at least a thousand times for a 700-meter fishing line. It's maddening.

But the fish weren't to be trifled with; after only two rounds of fishing, they started to rage, forcing us to start letting out more line.

He dared not lock the drain completely, otherwise the fishing rod would easily fly away.

"Dahe, do you need any help?" Uncle Qing had already caught several skipjack tuna.

"No need, I'll help you after I've finished casting the fishing line." Although he said it casually, Qin Dahe still had a bad feeling.

It pulls back several meters after just two turns, and the more you reel in the line, the more it comes out.

Fortunately, Mr. Li wasn't fishing today, so he was occupying the bow of the boat and wouldn't bother anyone.

If the fish really tries to swim back, he takes the opportunity to reel in the line.

Experienced anglers have all experienced this kind of battle of wits between humans and fish; it's a test of who can hold out the longest.

We let the fish go in one go in the early stages, and now it's a stalemate. Once the pressure is released and the fish stop swimming, either someone will fall into the water or the line will break and the rod will snap.

However, his fishing rod and line were quite powerful today, so he was a little unsure of himself.

He turned to his assistant and said, "Master, could you put a safety rope on me?"

"Okay." The shop assistant chuckled and went to the warehouse to get the rope.

Fishing belts have buckles, so if the weight really comes down, you won't have to go into the water.

With the safety rope secured, Qin Dahe felt more confident and began to move more freely.

The fish was still struggling, though it didn't have the same initial drive, but it always managed to pull the line back at crucial moments.

He didn't dare to turn off the power, so he squatted down again and pulled the fish back a few meters before it finally stopped running.

"Damn, that's some serious strength." Qin Dahe felt a chill run down his spine.

You only realize how fierce the fish are after you've caught them twice.

Even though I'm not struggling much now, it's still a bit difficult.

He slowed his reeling in the line, not daring to easily provoke the fish in the water.

However, this was of no use. After pulling in about thirty meters, the fish began to exert its strength, and at this point, the release mechanism was activated again.

Every time I reel in the line, I have to press down with all my might, which is because I don't have enough weight, and it's killing me.

(End of this chapter)