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Fishing memories

Walking in the clouds

Last Friday, Six people, including Zhuanshuiwan and Huang Huzi, went fishing in Xumahuang and harvested a lot. I couldn't help but recall the interesting fishing stories in my rural life.

My fishing career started with fishing for blue shrimp. The fishing gear is very simple. I made the fishhook myself. I just put on nylon thread and fastened the thread to a reed bamboo. When the water surges in summer, the reed beach in front of my house is submerged in the water. The water is shallow and crystal clear. I casually put the fishhook in the water, shook it a few times, and a big green shrimp swam over with its front paws raised. After a little testing, I dragged the hook into the deep water, ready to enjoy the delicious food. After a moment and a slight lift, the big green shrimp came alive and became a captive. It only takes a few hours to catch a bowl of fresh shrimps, boil them in salt water, or use tongs to roast them on the stove, which became a delicacy of my childhood.

Using this homemade fishhook, you can also catch catfish, Luo Huo and anchovy. Anchovies are small in size and have flat sides. They often swim in groups near the river. As long as you throw the hook next to them, fierce fighting often occurs, and fishing is effortless. Luohuo fish (some writers wrote it as "luohan fish", is it Bi Feiyu or Wang Zengqi? I can't remember clearly), has a slender and petite body, blue-black color, likes to lurk in slightly deeper water near the shore, and is easy to get hooked. The most annoying thing is a kind of small fish called "Chaigedin". It is only an inch long, but it is extremely greedy and will not relax when biting the hook. It is purely causing trouble. After catching it, there was no meat to eat, so I had to throw it into the river, but it didn't learn the lesson and kept biting the hook. There is no other way but to change places. The squid is shaped like a willow leaf and is silvery white. It is a ranger on the water. Just throw the hook among them and lift the hook, and you can catch a large group of fish. It is very easy to clean up these small fishes. With a touch of your fingers, the fish scales fall off, and with another pinch, the internal organs are squeezed out. It tastes especially good when cooked with potherb mustard pickles.

When I was a teenager, my brother and I went to the town and bought barbed fishhooks, slender but strong silver wire, and long green bamboo poles, ready to "catch big fish with a long line." The first step is to “check out the spots”, which is to determine the fishing location. Then we have to "beat the canteen" for several nights in a row, which is to scoop a bowl of pig food or leftover rice porridge and scatter it in the river. Fish are also spiritual. Knowing that there is delicious food here, they all come to the market. The cock crows three times, get up quickly. The sky is getting whiter, and a thin mist covers the small bridge and flowing water. The river is quiet, which is a good time for fishing. Throw the hook into the water and wait and see what happens. The expectation is wonderful and novel, wrapped in tranquil joy.

Fishing is also very particular. For example, when fishing for crucian carp, you have to choose a place where the river turns and returns to the water, or the middle of two aquatic plants, or the intersection of two rivers. When crucian carp bites the hook, the fish lure that sinks under the water will float up, and you will definitely get something when you lift the hook. Spurfish like to swim and live in the shade downstream, such as near the pier on the south bank of the river. They either cannot be caught, or there are seven, eight, or more than a dozen fish caught at one time. It is not known whether they have the habit of living in groups. Qingkun only moves in deep water and must be used for a long time. I remember using dough as bait at the wharf of my uncle’s house in Yongqing, where the current was fast, and I caught three herrings weighing more than a kilogram in one afternoon. One of them actually hit the mulberry tree. It hung on the swing for several minutes before breaking free and rolling towards the river bank. The cousin imitated the behavior of an evil tiger and pounced on it, crushing it under him. Another time I caught herring on the Yangma River in front of the production team farm, I ran out of bait. In desperation, I went down to the river and took a handful of snails, smashed them open with stones, took out the snail meat and threaded it on the hook. As soon as the hook was thrown into the water, there was a fish biting it. It was quite heavy and a big guy, making a splashing sound in the water. When I caught it and took it home, I weighed it on a scale and found that it weighed two kilograms and nine taels. There is also a kind of fish, which we call the spiny loach. It has a pointed head, flat sides, and spines on its back. It looks like a hairtail, but not as long as a hairtail. The spiny loach often forages for food in the grass on the surface of the water. If you throw the hook over, it will immediately rush over and look very vicious when eating. A netizen once told me that spiny loach is also called "royal eel" and was an exclusive offering to the royal family in ancient times, which shows its beautiful taste.

Fishing is not always rewarding. Sometimes, after being dull for a long time, an unexpected surprise comes. Once I spent an afternoon fishing on an abandoned pier, and as dusk was approaching, I caught nothing. Just as he was about to call it a day, he suddenly saw the fish guide moving slightly and sinking slowly. He quickly lifted the hook excitedly, but he couldn't lift it halfway. I had to exert more force, and the fishing rod was stretched into an arc, and finally a black thing was lifted out of the water. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a tortoise with its neck stretched out. Another time, I saw a fish biting the hook, but I couldn't lift it. I couldn't feel the fish's struggle, so I thought it was hooked to the root of a tree. Just as he was complaining secretly, he saw the fish guide moving forward rapidly. I was shocked. I tried to lift the hook again, but it still couldn't be lifted. After doing this three times, I finally caught the prey. Haha, it was a big crab with teeth and claws.

I once wrote in another article that I caught a strange fish. From the moment it came out of the water, its belly slowly swelled and it made a strange cry. My brother and I didn't know what it was, so we didn't dare to go up and catch it. At this time, Uncle Long Gen came over, took a closer look, and said, "This is puffer fish. Eat puffer fish to the death, and that's it." Then Uncle Long Gen took the fish away. I was afraid that he would be poisoned by puffer fish, but the next day I was relieved to see him still busy in the fields.

Puffer fish seems to be a migratory fish, and it is rarely caught. However, another migratory fish is often caught, and that is the eel. It should be impossible to catch fish now. So many gates have blocked the travel routes of migratory fish. Even if there were any descendants left in the river, they would probably have died in a foreign country long ago.

In fact, fishing is a kind of leisure and relaxation. You can listen to the singing of the wind and the chirping of insects, watch the flowing water on the small bridge, and temporarily forget all the worries in life; you can also be independent and vast, gaze across the wild, and enjoy a sense of solitude. of tranquility. When I was a kid, I enjoyed catching big fish, and my mood often rose and fell with the lure of the fish. But now when I fish, I like the leisurely and contented state of mind and the feeling of integrating into nature, which is what the saying goes: "The meaning of fishing." It’s not about the fish, it’s about the mountains and rivers.”

Fishing

Yu Qiuyu

Last summer my wife and I bought tickets to join a private tour group, starting from Mudanjiang and visiting Vladivostok, Russia. The main charm of Vladivostok is the sea. The hotel we stayed in faced the sea. In addition to watching the sea from the balcony every day, we also went down to the outermost edge of the coast to watch quietly. The sea in Vladivostok is different from other places, and the dark gray mist reveals great terror. We squinted our eyes, retracted our necks into our collars, and immediately became pitiful creatures under the majesty of nature. In fact, it wasn’t just us, even the seagulls were only circling on the shore, not daring to fly far away. Four or five hounds were barking at the waves on the beach, but they barked a few times and fled back. After escaping, it turned back to bark, and the howling wind always carried this frightening bark until midnight.

On a small corner, we found two old men, one fat and one thin, sitting there fishing.

The fat old man heard the footsteps and winked at us as a greeting. He turned around and raised his fishing rod to show us his results. It turned out that there were six small fishing hooks hanging on his fishing line. , there is a small fish on each hook. He picked off six small fish and put them into the bucket next to him, then set the hook again. Within half a minute, he raised the hook again, and six more fish were hanging on it. Just like that, he hurriedly hooked up the hook. My wife walked over and took a look. There was already half a bucket of small fish in the bucket.

The strange thing is that the thin old man who was only two meters away from him did not move at all. Why didn't even a single fish take his hook? Just as he was wondering, the water wave moved slightly, and he slowly raised the pole. There was no fish, but when he saw that the hook was huge, it turned out that he only wanted to catch big fish. In his eyes, the fat old man's busy catching of a lot of fish was basically ruining the fisherman's selection standards and grand image. Great anglers are human representatives who sit back and negotiate with the sea, rather than waiting for trivial favors from the other side.

Every time the fat old man raised his pole, he would glance at the thin old man out of the corner of his eye, as if to say: "Just go on like this, great negotiator!" But the thin old man only acted as quietly as a clay sculpture or a wooden sculpture. answer.

Both of them are mocking each other, and neither of them is convinced by the other.

Soon after, the fat old man stood up, picked up the full fish bucket and left. He made a happy face at us, but did not even laugh, and walked like a victor in triumph. The thin old man was still sitting upright, with the setting sun shining on his stubborn body. He used his back to look down on the shallowness of his companions. The dusk was getting dark, and we had to go back. After walking for a while, we turned around and saw the thin figure still facing the sea. The sea at this time has become even more ferocious and dim. The sound of dogs gets louder and the night begins.

The wife said: "I already understand why one is so fat and the other is so thin. One is more material and the other is more spiritual. The spirit in the world is always stubborn and thin, right?"

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I said: "Well said. But it can also be said that one is a comic beauty and the other is a tragic beauty. They criticize each other every day, but together they are a complete human being."

< p>Indeed, none of them can live without the other. Without the thin old man, how can the fat old man prove his harvest? Without the fat old man, what’s the point of the thin old man’s persistence? There are many fish in the sea, and no one's harvest is worth mentioning; the sea has a long history, and no one's persistence is just a moment. Therefore, their value must be proven by opponents. You can imagine how frightened the fat old man will be when he cannot see the thin old man, or the thin old man cannot see the fat old man. In this sense, the greatest rival is also the greatest friend, and it is difficult to separate.

The two old people are in good health. I think they must still be sitting on the beach at this moment, like two permanent sculptures, forming Vladivostok in our hearts.