After saying that, Zhang Yang got busy, took out the bait preparation bowl, and then took out the basic bait: pure grains puffed large particles a bit of high-protein fishy crucian carp bait.
After so adjustnts and adding water to prepare it, it quickly absorbed the water, forming a fist-sized bait ball.
"Could it be that big fish entered the nesting area and scared the crucian carp away! Try fishing a few rods with kneaded bait and see the effect!" Zhang Yang casually reminded.
"Big fish entered the nest? It hasn't been long since big fish were released into the reservoir. Can they start feeding?"
ng Fan took the comrcial bait, with a trace of doubt in his heart.
"I can't say for sure! The temperature is high at noon, and if the water temperature rises, fish may not like eating bait. Let's give it a try. We know the fish density in the reservoir, and only by testing can we get more reliable data!"
"Alright!"
Very soon, ng Fan gave up on the pure red worm bait and adjusted the bait on the hook to Zhang Yang's newly prepared grain-fragrant, fishy comrcial bait.
In this season, the outdoor temperature is nearly thirty degrees. Red worms might have an advantage for fishing crucian carp, but if there are large fish around the nest, then the heavier comrcial bait would be more reliable.
ng Fan skillfully pinched a ball of bait with his left hand, gently rolled it into a round strip with his thumb, index, and middle fingers, then pinched the middle with his thumb, dividing it into two segnts. One segnt was pressed onto the fishhook, and the process was repeated with the other piece on his thumbnail.
After preparing the double hooks, he placed his forearm against the rod handle and his upper arm moved his forearm, engaging his core muscles, "Let's go!"
The 7.2-ter long rod in ng Fan's hand was cast effortlessly, accurately landing into the nest point.
Next cos the patient wait!
Fishing with kneaded bait for big fish, the casting frequency naturally can't be too fast, about one cast every five minutes. The viewers in the livestream, just like the host, focused their attention on the bobber, waiting for that steady dip.
The ideal is very promising, but reality is harsh. Even after switching to comrcial bait, there was still no anticipated response from big fish, the bobber remained motionless, with no response at all.
As previously ntioned, in fishing, it's not feared to have chaotic movent or miscellaneous actions; what is most feared is when there's no movent at all, with no feedback!
After patiently fishing for over ten minutes with still no movent, the number of concurrent viewers in the livestream started to slowly decrease!
This suggests a decline in the appeal of the stream, leading to audience loss. Zhang Yang appeared calm, but underneath, he was subtly anxious!
While it's true that the audience watching fishing livestreams are quite pure-minded, happy to watch for any bite, they are also very realistic.
If there are no actions or catches for a long ti in the livestream, the anticipation quickly fades, resulting in viewers leaving the stream to do sothing else.
At this ti, a bit past one in the afternoon, the reservoir surface was shimring in the sunlight, with a slight breeze of about 2 to 3 mph, creating faint ripples on the water.
In this environnt, if fish were feeding, the bobber's indication would be observable. Initially, Zhang Yang didn't pay much attention, but being bored from the lack of bites, his affinity for scrutiny led him to contemplate patiently.
This concentration of focus quickly led him to spot the issue.
The bobber, amidst the subtle rising and falling of the water surface waves, seed to have small motions obscured by the ripples.
"Xiao ng, try pushing the bobber one mark lower, fish at two and a half marks; I seem to detect so slight movent!" Zhang Yang whispered.
"Okay!"
ng Fan imdiately lifted the rod, lowered the position of the bobber by one mark, and then repeated the previous baiting technique, casting the tackle into the nest point once again.
By moving the bobber down a mark, the line set beca tauter, naturally making signal transmission more sensitive.
With this adjustnt, Zhang Yang soon discovered the issue.
Indeed, there were small movents, with an amplitude of less than a third of a mark, slowly rocking up and down.
This kind of weak and slow bobber action is often referred to by many anglers as "brushing bobber."
Either the fish are too small for the large tackle, with insufficient feeding strength to move the bobber with substantial motion.
Or it's not the fish feeding, but rather big fish swimming around the nest, with currents stirred by their fins and tails affecting the underwater bait and tackle, causing this reaction.
Between these two possibilities, Zhang Yang leaned towards the second because there were hardly any small fish in the reservoir, and the crucian carp bites in the morning had been quite standard; it wasn't possible for the fish bites to completely change within the ti of an hour's lunch.
Could it be that the big fish had low appetites, just circling around the nest without biting?
Zhang Yang thought of a possibility.
"Co, bring the comrcial bait I gave you earlier, I'm going to readjust it!"
Zhang Yang called out, quickly taking the kneaded bait from ng Fan's hands, which hadn't been used much.
Taking the kneaded bait, Zhang Yang swung it through the air and threw it heavily into the bait preparation bowl.
Due to the rapid speed, the moderately soft bait quickly flattened into a thin pancake.
Zhang Yang turned to the tackle box in the car and took out a bottle of fruit acid, dividing the bait in the bowl into two, generously drizzling several milliliters of the high-purity fruit acid over one half.
In an instant, the dense aroma of fruit acid filled the air.
Zhang Yang was very satisfied with his adjustnt, pinched a small piece to sll under his nose, confird there were no issues, and handed it back to ng Fan.
"Try the newly adjusted bait!"
"You've added fruit acid, eh? All right!"
ng Fan had no doubts about Zhang Yang's adjustnt and habitually slled it himself, soon rebaiting and casting the rod again.
Zhang Yang's bait adjustnt, from start to finish, was conducted under the cara. The audience also saw the small bottle Zhang Yang had taken from the car, and though the effect wasn't yet apparent, a new surge of "why" questions started flooding the public chat.
[What is that stuff? Wasn't the bait already prepared?]
[Judging by its form, it looks like so sort of fishing aid? A friend of mine fishing in paid ponds also adds these aids to their bait, and supposedly it's not cheap—over a hundred bucks for a small bottle!]
[Fruit acid? I think I heard Xiao ng ntion it just now! What's it used for?]
[Can you add aids like that in reservoir fishing? Why haven't I seen other anglers use it? Is it the host's secret weapon, a trick that drives fish nuts for bait?]
[You might be thinking too much. If it were that miraculous, it would have spread throughout the fishing community long ago!]
Zhang Yang glanced at the rapidly flowing public chat, smiling as he explained: "I just made a simple adjustnt to the bait flavor a mont ago. Many comnts from the viewers hit the mark; it's a type of small aid developed by our company, a fruit acid type of aid!
In the midday tifra, as the water temperature rises, the overall fish activity may decrease, adding fruit acid flavor to the bait can, to a certain extent, enhance fish activity and stimulate their feeding!
Of course, this aid isn't a cure-all; it only shows significant effects under certain fish conditions!"
As soon as those words were spoken, the bobber in the cara view suddenly dipped from a stable three marks underwater to a two-plus mark substantial dip before going completely underwater in the next second.
"Bloody hell!"
ng Fan exclaid, shaking his wrist to complete the hook set.
Buzz...
The fishing line was taut, with the resonant sound of stress heard in the livestream, exciting the viewers imnsely!
[Gosh, is it really this magical? The mont the aid was added, there was a bite? What kind of fish is this? The noise suggests it's quite big!]
[Hearing that line tightening sound gets my heart racing. Guys, am I beyond saving!]
[Heart racing 1, this aid is divine! Instant results!]
[Host, can you raffle so of this aid for the guys? We're willing to buy so! I want to try it, it's absolutely aweso!]
The lower the angler's understanding of fishing techniques, the more they revered the so-called divine bait and aids. Moreover, the imdiate bite and subsequent big catch from Zhang Yang's live adjustnt provided more convincing evidence than any advertisent.
Imdiately, many began inquiring about the fruit acid and whether it could be raffled or even bought directly.
Seeing the flood of ssages in the chat, Zhang Yang felt a bit overwheld. Was his debut turning into a sales pitch?
Was this livestream rhythm deviating from his expectations?
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