After spending a day and a half, Lin Yang still couldn’t find the school of Golden Spearfish. He figured they must be extrely rare, a matter of luck rather than search, so he simply had to settle for fishing the regular way.
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The afternoon following the mass poisoning, Lin Yang, who wasn’t affected, was on a fishing boat, casting his line.
Since it was only him, the boat used wasn’t large—the vessel was just six or seven ters long, and with only two people on board, it made for a very comfortable fishing experience.
The spot where the fishing boat was stationed was an ordinary stretch of sea, but the captain was very confident and assured him that there were big catches to be had here, convincing Lin Yang to fish in this area.
Lin Yang had no objections himself, without the Golden Spearfish, one place was much the sa as another for fishing.
As for the captain’s judgent, if it was accurate, that was great, but a mistake wouldn’t matter. He didn’t believe that with all kinds of buffs activated, he couldn’t land a big fish.
Everything was ready.
With a swoosh, Lin Yang cast his tal jig lure out.
After the lure sank to the bottom of the water, he started jerking the rod.
After a few tugs, Lin Yang felt a moderate jerk on the rod, and then a powerful force burst forth from it!
It wasn’t wildly violent, but it was a firm and strong pull on the rod, and as he put his strength into it, the big drum reel even sounded with the drag alarm.
"Huh?"
This strange reaction to the bite left Lin Yang sowhat surprised.
The sensation was odd; whatever had taken the bait wasn’t struggling violently, but it was still quite a challenge to reel in, to the extent that when he exerted his full strength to lift the rod, he could make the drag on the reel give way.
Lin Yang wasn’t exactly sure how heavy the drag setting was; after all, it could only be roughly estimated. To his judgnt, it probably weighed at least around a hundred pounds.
This made things quite interesting. Judging by the reaction, whatever had taken the bait certainly wasn’t small, but the subdued nature of the struggle didn’t match the reactions you’d expect from a larger fish taking the bait.
He had never encountered such a peculiar reaction before.
The unidentified object on the hook had a sense of struggle, but it wasn’t as violent as with other fish.
What could it be?
For a mont, Lin Yang was full of questions.
"Yo! Did you hook a big one?"
The other angler on the boat, who was also the captain of the fishing vessel, Mike, said in surprise after hearing the whine of the fishing line in the wind.
He had just got his gear ready to fish. How was it that this lad from the East had already started reeling one in, and it seed to be of a considerable size?
"It should be sothing huge, but whether it’s a fish or not, I can’t be sure until we get it up to the surface," Lin Yang said with so uncertainty.
No matter what he had hooked, pulling it to the surface would naturally reveal it.
As he spoke, Lin Yang lifted the rod and, while lowering it, cranked the reel to bring in the line.
Due to the massive force of the unknown creature on the hook, he also had to hold down the spool to reel in the line bit by bit.
The newly hired captain, seeing the commotion on Lin Yang’s side, simply put down his rod and ca over to watch.
"Tsk tsk tsk, how much line is left? This fish looks quite big!"
"About sixty or seventy ters, I’d say."
Lin Yang glanced at the reel spool and had a rough idea.
Generally speaking, when boat fishing with tal jigs, you’d stay close to the side of the boat, dropping the tal lure straight down, and start jigging once it touched bottom or nearly so.
But he had strength to spare, and there was no reason not to use it. He threw the jig out to cover a larger search area, increasing the chance of catching a big fish, which is why the length of line he had out was sowhat longer than the depth of the water.
As ti slowly ticked by, the reel in his hands gradually filled up with line. After half an hour had passed,
As the line was reeled in, the vague silhouette of sothing that had taken the bait in the sea began to appear, first as a blurry figure, which then gradually beca clearer.
"That’s... the Mola mola! The Mola mola!"
The captain exclaid in amazent as he recognized the creature Lin Yang was bringing to the surface.
It was an oddly-shaped flat fish, elliptical in form!
Its body was silver-grey, with no tail to speak of, only a pair of small pectoral fins flapping feebly.
Indeed, it was a Mola mola!
No wonder the bite had such a strange response; with this creature, it made perfect sense.
Though the Mola mola was huge, it swam slowly, hence the lack of intense struggling. The reason it could shake the reel’s drag was purely due to its own weight and Lin Yang’s strength interacting.
They had brought up a big fish, but how were they going to get it onto the boat?
If they didn’t get it on board, there would be no experience points or rewards at all.
Moreover, the fish was indeed not small; Lin Yang took a quick asure and estimated it to be about two ters at its longest part, and it surely weighed a few hundred pounds.
With just two people on the boat, it would be no easy task to pull it aboard.
Fortunately, the fishing boat seed to be used to hauling in big catches. The small vessel was even equipped with a little crane, though the na ’Mola mola’ could be sowhat problematic.
Flipping over—on the high seas, whether among fishern or the angling enthusiasts, such an ominous term was rather avoided.
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