Beachcombing: The beach is full of amazing seafood, but my wife won't let me get out of bed!

The so-called drifting rod is actually quite easy to understand.

It involves using the water flow to release the fishing line with live bait a couple hundred meters away.

This fishing method primarily targets the upper waters, specifically those fast-swimming, aggressive fish.

Tuna is a prime example of this.

The way to use a popper rod is similar to that of lure fishing.

Cast the bait several tens of meters out, then rhythmically tug at it to retrieve the line.

The artificial lure is made to continuously splash on the water's surface, mimicking an injured small fish trying to escape, thus attracting predatory fish to bite.

For tuna, a top-dwelling predatory fish, drift fishing is naturally the best option.

Big Bear stood on the stairs outside the cockpit, holding a large megaphone, maintaining order.

"Bosses, please don't push."

"The space at the stern is small, and the current below is turbulent. If there are many people, all the lines will get tangled together."

"According to the number plates we just issued, four people will go for drift fishing each time."

"If anyone gets hooked, pull them up and immediately replace them with someone else."

"Those who haven't had their turn can choose to wave climb and go to either side of the ship to swing, instead of all crowding at the back."

Batu held his number plate in his hand and stomped his feet excitedly.

"Brother Tao, I'm number three, I'll be in the first batch."

Lin Tao glanced at the number ten card in his hand and rolled his eyes.

"What's the rush? There's a huge pool of tuna, you'll have plenty of chances to draw until your hands are sore."

Chen Ping was tidying up the lures on his popper rod, and he pushed up his glasses.

"Batu, when you release the line later, be careful to control its release speed and don't let it float on the surface of the water, otherwise it will easily get tangled with other people's lines."

Wu Sui didn't join in the fun.

In my mind, the system's radar had already been fully deployed.

Within a 500-meter radius, numerous blue dots were frantically chasing the school of flying fish.

But Wu Sui's attention wasn't on the surface fish.

Radar showed that several large golden spots were moving at high speed in the middle and lower waters.

Wu Sui decisively turned around, crawled into the cabin, threw the drifting pole in his hand onto the bed, picked up the pole and went back to the deck.

The bald boss had just cast his hook when he turned around and saw Wu Sui setting up the cannon platform, and he froze on the spot.

"Ah Sui, what are you doing?"

"The tuna are all on the surface, and you're using a boat rod for bottom fishing?"

Several anglers who were waiting in line also came over.

"Double Flight Master, your thinking is a bit unconventional."

"There are probably only small fish down there right now. You should switch rods and go to the back to join the queue."

A man wearing sun protection clothing next to him waved his hand.

"Don't worry about Ah Sui, he's the top scholar on our ship."

"With that kind of luck, even if you threw a slipper down, you'd probably pull up a bluefin fin. Why are you guys worrying about that?"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Wu Sui pulled up a chair and sat down, then scooped a small fish, about the size of a palm, out of the bucket of running water.

"You guys do your thing, I'm lazy, casting the net is too tiring, I just like to sit and wait for the fish to come to me."

He deftly threaded the hook through the dorsal fin of the fish and adjusted the line.

The system radar showed that the depth of this sea area was about 260 meters, and Wu Sui was preparing to fish at a depth of about 150 meters in the middle layer.

As soon as the hook was lowered, a cheer erupted from the stern.

"We've made it! We've qualified!"

"Holy crap, that's incredible strength."

Wu Sui turned his head to look.

Batu stumbled forward as the fishing rod pulled him, his thigh bracing against the gunwale.

The fishing line in the reel sputtered wildly, making a screeching sound.

Big Bear, carrying a long-handled hook, strode over.

"Stay calm, don't try to fight back."

"This thing is too fast when it sprints, let it run for a while and wear down its stamina."

"Reel in the line, reel it in now!"

Batu gritted his teeth, gripped the crank handle with both hands, and, taking advantage of the moment when the fish below paused, desperately cranked it back.

The back-and-forth struggle lasted for a good ten minutes.

A streamlined, silver body finally broke through the water's surface.

Chen Ping leaned over the railing and looked down.

"Judging by its size, is it a yellowfin tuna or a yellowfin tuna?"

Skipjack tuna, scientifically known as bonito, belongs to the tuna family, but its flesh is sour and its price is low, making it one of the least popular species in the sea fishing community.

Batu has gotten to know them better these past few days, and Chen Ping really doesn't want him to catch this thing.

In the eyes of people living by the sea, if a fish doesn't taste good whether it's steamed, braised, used in soup, or pan-fried, then that fish is basically not worth anything.

This is the kind of tobacco, so the price is very low. After the fishing season opens, it usually costs two or three yuan per kilogram.

Of course, this fish isn't entirely without merit.

Most canned tuna uses tobacco as its main ingredient.

The bear seized the opportunity, hooked the fish's gills with a hook, and exerted force with both arms.

With a muffled thud, the fish was thrown onto the deck.

Its back is deep blue, its belly is silvery white, and its most striking features are its long, bright yellow dorsal and anal fins.

"pretty."

"A yellowfin tuna weighing over 30 pounds!"

A chorus of envious whistles immediately erupted on the deck.

"Batu, you're pretty good, you caught a yellowfin on your first cast."

Lin Tao, standing to the side, clicked his tongue in envy.

Batu swung his aching arms, his face flushed, so excited he could barely speak.

"Change the person, change the person, hurry up and let the fish go home and send them to the cold storage."

Big Bear raised the megaphone and continued calling out numbers, "Number 9, who is number 9? Come and get your spot quickly."

Wu Sui leaned back in his chair and waved the number plate in his hand.

"Brother Xiong, I won't go over here. Let them fish first."

Big Bear turned his head and looked at the ship's mast that Wu Sui had set up on the gun platform, his brows furrowed.

"Ah Sui, you're really not coming?"

"With such good fishing conditions, the bottom is full of yellowfin bream. What can you possibly catch if you just sit there and wait at the bottom?"

Wu Sui casually stuffed the license plate into his pocket.

"I'm really not going. I just finished fishing and I'm too lazy to go through all the hassle. I'll give my spot to the person who comes after me."

Seeing his resolute attitude, Big Bear stopped talking nonsense and directly raised the megaphone.

"Number 10, Number 10, Lin Tao, come here right now!"

Lin Tao glanced at Wu Sui with some difficulty.

"Ah Sui, the water's too deep here. Bottom fishing probably won't yield any good catches. Are you really not going to fish?"

"It's okay, Tao, you can go fishing too. Good luck."

Seeing that Wu Sui really didn't want to join in the fun, Lin Tao could only rush towards the stern of the boat.

For the next half hour, the stern of the boat became a sea of ​​joy.

Yellowfin tuna, big-eyed tuna, and even a 40-pound red tuna was pulled up.

Cheers and shouts mingled together, and the atmosphere on the deck was extremely enthusiastic.

Those who used wave-climbing rods to retrieve artificial lures from the sides of the boat also gradually began to reap rewards.

Wu Sui's side, however, was eerily quiet.

He stared at the tip of the pole, and couldn't help but have some doubts.

"Damn it, there's such a big bait right in front of me, why won't the fish bite?"