Free Web NovelChapter 886: Chapter 590: Old Wu Is Quite the Character Too (Part 2)
Zhang Yang glanced at the brand logo on the fishing rod and a preliminary price range popped into his head.
"Heh heh, small money, it’s all small money!"
Old Wu waved his hand, saying it’s small money, but his facial expression completely betrayed his true feelings. This guy clearly has a proclivity for playing a fool to catch the wise.
Good looks, great figure, excellent manners, and most importantly, he has an interesting soul. This Old Wu is quite a character, isn’t he? Isn’t this like the legendary man with the aura of a protagonist?
Just by getting to know Old Wu, Zhang Yang learned another lesson—what a big world, full of hidden talents.
Seeing Zhang Yang trying to study his equipment further, Old Wu took off one of the rods and his waist pouch and other gear, then waved his hand and closed the car door: "Alright, stop studying it! These are all common goods, not much in terms of valuable treasures."
"If you really want to study equipment, I’ll introduce you to a friend next time. He’s a gear enthusiast and has collected many rare limited models! He’s the real player. I’m at best the fool brother of a confident player!"
"Alright then! We’ll talk about it later!" Zhang Yang nodded, forcing himself to calm down.
And so, the group got their gear together. After that, Old Wu led everyone further up the mountain, pushing a small cart through at least several hundred meters of narrow paths, and finally Zhang Yang saw the full view of the reservoir.
Goodness, between the mountain peak underfoot and the opposite peak, a massive east-west mountain reservoir sprawled across.
Early in the morning before the sun rose high, looking across the reservoir’s surface, it felt like climbing Mount Tai to see the sunrise enveloped in mists—clouds steaming, quite spectacular.
Xiao Wei: "Wow, so beautiful! Like fairy mist floating!"
Zhang Yang: "Whoa, the reservoir isn’t small!"
Old Wu proudly pointed into the distance, introducing: "East-west direction, about four hundred-plus meters long, the narrowest area north-south, around eighty-something meters!
The total area is roughly five to six hundred mu of water surface. This spring hasn’t had rain, so the water level has dropped; in previous years, the water level reached that white mark on the rocks!"
Old Wu was very familiar with the reservoir, including water levels, depth, area, et cetera.
But after listening briefly and observing from a high point for a while, Zhang Yang frowned slightly and turned to ask: "Didn’t you say in the group chat that this is supposed to be an open mountain reservoir?
It’s almost six o’clock now, how come we haven’t seen any local anglers here? Bro, you aren’t fooling us, are you?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yi and the others began to ponder too. Indeed, with this terrain and environment, if it were open fishing, it should be crowded by now.
But as it stands, they haven’t encountered a single angler along the way.
"Heh heh heh! I was afraid if you knew the actual situation, you wouldn’t come! The reality is a bit different from what I mentioned on WeChat, but the discrepancy isn’t large!
There’s no one fishing today because it’s only open on Saturdays and weekends, not welcoming outsiders—only members of our Fishing Club can come!"
Old Wu had a sly smile of someone whose plot had succeeded, making Zhang Yang unable to truly get angry.
"So, this large reservoir is an exclusive fishing spot?"
"Exactly!! This whole mountain area is contracted by my uncle, and the reservoir is part of it.
Years ago, I stocked fish fry here, naturally growing without management! Later, I and the buddies who fish formed a club—this spot became our fishing club’s exclusive site!
Our Fishing Club plans to expand our membership scale, maybe ask the boss to help advertise later!"
Ah, the Fishing Club—such a name exudes formidable swagger, and honestly, it fits well with Old Wu and these well-off kids.
"Alright, we’re here now! Let’s not be too particular about it! Let’s go fish for a day and see how it goes!"
Once Zhang Yang made the call, the rest of the team naturally had no objections, and they followed the zigzag mountain path down, quickly arriving at the fishing area Old Wu arranged for them.
Located roughly mid-slope on the south bank, there was a wooden corridor built along the reservoir’s edge.
The wooden corridor was spacious, exceeding twenty meters at its widest, with wooden tables and chairs scattered about—perfect for summer barbecues, catching fish in the breeze is definitely comfortable. Zhang Yang estimated the corridor length exceeded thirty meters, enough space for a dozen people to fish without feeling cramped.
Sitting on a fishing box for fishing means not even needing to set up a fishing station. When the sun rises, turning your back to it won’t be glaring. In terms of comfort, the infrastructure here has been thoughtfully considered.
"Previously, you fished in this area? What’s the water depth? What type of fish is the primary catch?" Zhang Yang put down the cart and started asking.
"The bottom here is relatively flat, using a 6.3-meter hand rod, the depth is about four meters, with a rocky and sandy bottom! We reshaped it a bit when constructing the platform.
If using an 8.1-meter rod, it is pure natural ecology, possibly having uneven spots underwater!
The fish species are quite diverse; common freshwater fish can all be found here—bream, silver carp, mandarin fish, carp, bream, snakehead, grass carp, bighead carp, and even my friend caught a large yellow eel weighing over a pound from the cracks in the rocks over there!"
"Quite a variety of fish, which species has the greatest density? Previously, you mentioned on WeChat that there are large snakeheads here, with decent density—is that true?"
"Of course, snakeheads and silver carp have the highest density here.
According to my uncle, this Yangma Mountain Reservoir hasn’t dried up in decades, but there aren’t many original pond fish—the quality of mountain reservoir water is too hard, and along with lean water, fish growth is slow.
After contracting it, our team figured it out and performed some modifications, introducing lots of snails and algae cultures for fertility, spending two to three years nurturing snails until they adapted and reproduced massively, after which other fish species like snakeheads were stocked! fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
At the time, we released five thousand half-a-pound snakehead fry!"
"You never fed them??" Zhang Yang continued asking.
"Generally, there’s no feeding, but after autumn when corn is harvested, we throw the corn harvested from the mountain into the reservoir to feed the fish before winter arrives, averaging tens of thousands of pounds of feeding yearly!"
"Alright, got it! Since they’re fed corn, our old altar corn bait should work fine! What’s the fishing condition here usually like on weekends? Any special tips?"
"Nothing particularly special, except for using thicker fishing line and larger fish hooks—the fish here are very strong! A ten-pound fish here matches the strength of twenty-pound, thirty-pound big fish in those black pit fishing spots!"
"Got it!"
Zhang Yang nodded, understanding the general situation of this reservoir. After a brief exchange, Zhang Yang and the team began setting up their gear and preparing.
For such an unfamiliar reservoir Zhang Yang was visiting for the first time, he approached his fishing with quite systematic methods.
Old Wu’s recommendations were for reference only; before formally casting bait, the essential task was to first scout the conditions around the fishing spot.
Thinking about this, Zhang Yang pulled out an 8.1-meter rod, attached the fishing setup with a bobber, and got busy.
Finding the bottom, measuring water depth, analyzing the underwater terrain structure, and after a flurry of busyness, Zhang Yang confirmed three fishing spot locations.
Old Wu’s information was basically accurate; the underwater ground was mostly a gentle slope with a small incline, without conditions for snagging, quite ideal overall.
When throwing an 8.1-meter rod full length, the underwater terrain seemed a bit uneven and rough.
The bobber was either too high up or completely submerged, not suitable for fishing, so retrieving the rod about a meter back significantly reduced these conditions.
Within roughly five minutes, Zhang Yang decided to use the 8.1-meter rod, casting it at about seven to eight tenths for a normal fishing spot at 7.2 meters.
Having decided this, a few anglers started to get busy.
The box of old altar corn on the cart was opened, each person took a few packs to simply cast a bait spot.
