N-A-A Chapter 412 Ice Fishing Carnival
Chapter 412 Ice Fishing Carnival
Chapter 412 Ice Fishing Carnival
Lin Yu'an opened the box, took out a piece of meat that was black and white and glistening with oil, and showed it to the camera.
"Ordinary herring and squid are fine for dealing with small fish, but to get an old guy who has lived for decades and eaten all kinds of delicacies to speak, we have to show some sincerity."
"This is the appetizer I prepared for it—narwhal skin."
He cut the whale skin into palm-sized diamond-shaped strips and then hung them on the huge treble hook, which was thicker than a thumb.
The black whale skin and pinkish-white blubber stood out vividly in front of the camera.
"For deep-sea flounder, the oily smell of whale blubber decomposing underwater is like the signal that a top-tier buffet is ready to serve."
"All the kingfish on this 'Sea Monster Highway' will be attracted by this smell."
As Lin Yu'an spoke, he casually hung up the expensive bait.
But that's not enough.
Lin Yu'an then took out another dark red object from the refrigerator, which was still slightly oozing blood.
"A pleasant aroma alone isn't enough; it also needs the smell of blood. This is seal liver."
He also hung a small piece of seal liver on the fishing hook. The combination of these two top-quality ingredients looked both luxurious and bizarre in front of the camera.
After a few seconds of silence, the chat in the live stream exploded:
Wait—did I just hear something wrong?
[What did you say, streamer?! What did you use to fish?! Whale skin???]
[Holy crap! Did I hear that right?! Isn't that top-grade food sold by the gram? You're using it to feed fish? Is that something a human would do?!]
[This is outrageous! How are the other contestants supposed to compete? They're using Volkswagens to pick up passengers, and you're driving a Rolls-Royce as a ride-hailing driver?]
Lin Yu'an looked at the comments and smiled: "There's no way around it, if you want to attract big fish, you have to go all out."
Wait a minute! What was the second thing you mentioned, host? What was it?
[It looks like... abalone liver? The streamer is using abalone liver to fish? That's quite extravagant!]
[You misheard the previous part! It's seal liver! Seal! Liver! That's so wild!]
What do you mean by "the friendship between Guan Zhong and Bao Shuya"? What are you talking about? I don't understand.
Lin Yu'an looked at the comments and was both amused and exasperated. He could only pick up another piece of seal liver and earnestly correct the comments in front of the camera.
"It's a seal, not the abalone."
"Whale blubber is responsible for attracting fish over a wide area, while the bloody smell of seal liver is responsible for stimulating them to attack. This combination of baits will help us catch some big monsters today."
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Everything is ready.
Lin Yu'an sat in the warm, spring-like tent and took off his heavy gloves.
In the center of the mat at his feet, a deep ice hole, 10 inches in diameter, was emitting wisps of cold air, but these were immediately dispelled by the gas heater next to it.
Lin Yu-an picked up the Ekuda electric reel with its cold, metallic sheen and inserted it into the thick aluminum alloy reel seat of the Guangwei "BigGame" fishing rod.
"Click, click."
With two crisp metallic clicks, the double locks were tightened. This set of equipment from the East was complete, resembling a loaded heavy machine gun.
Then, he skillfully connected the high-capacity outdoor power supply at his feet.
"drop""
The simple black-and-white LCD screen of the Yikuda lit up, displaying a full voltage reading.
The time jumped to 08:59.
The entire Ilulissat Fjord seemed to have been muted.
The previously noisy sounds of electric drills, snowmobiles, and even the restless snow dogs all fell silent at this moment.
Hundreds of anglers from all over the world stood in front of their respective ice caves, like frozen sculptures.
Their breath condensed above their heads, and a pre-battle silence hung in the air.
"Ten, nine, eight —"
The chief referee's countdown echoed throughout this natural ice and snow theater via a high-powered broadcast.
Noah also approached the doorway and nervously grabbed Lin Yu'an's sleeve.
Lin Yu'an's fingers rested lightly on the clutch switch of the electric wheel, his gaze calmly fixed on the huge iceberg outside the tent.
"—Three, two, one!"
"Bang-!!!"
A red signal flare shot into the sky with a sharp whistle, exploding into a dazzling red mist against the backdrop of the dark blue icebergs.
"The match begins!"
Unlike the others, Lin Yu'an didn't yell or shout. He simply pressed his thumb gently in the warm room.
"Sizzle—!!!"
The EZH5000 emitted a rough and powerful low hum, like a tractor awakening.
Right at his feet, the heavy lead weight with bait instantly transformed into a silver streak, plunging directly into the ice hole in the center of the mat and plummeting into the dark abyss five hundred meters below.
Lin Yu'an casually zipped up the tent, completely shutting out the cold wind and noise from that orange-red world.
The only sounds here are the faint hissing of the heater and the mechanical whirring of the electric reel spinning rapidly.
The numbers on the screen jumped wildly: 100m — 220m — 350m —
This domestically produced tank demonstrated its amazing smoothness, piercing the resistance of the deep sea with an absolute sense of falling.
Finally, at the moment the number jumped to 458m, I felt a slight but distinct jolt at the tip of the rod.
It's hit rock bottom.
Lin Yu'an's eyes narrowed, and his fingers flew across the control panel.
"Recycle twice."
With a brief hiss of the motor, the bait was gently lifted half a meter from the seabed silt, leaving the oily and bloody bait suspended in the path of the deep-sea currents.
"alright."
Lin Yu'an leaned back comfortably in the folding chair, picked up the hot coffee that Nuoya handed him, and fixed his gaze on the high-definition sonar screen in front of him.
On the screen, a deep blue sonar wave is scanning the underwater cliffs beneath our feet again and again.
Against the backdrop of that dark abyss, the once calm water began to ripple.
Lin Yu'an pointed to the white, elongated outline in the corner of the screen that was slowly turning around, its pixelated shape several times larger than the surrounding small fish, and a hunter's smile appeared on his lips.
"It smelled it, that gluttonous big guy, it smelled the food."
Lin Yu'an looked away and glanced at the phone screen propped up to the side.
At this moment, the number of viewers in the live stream has skyrocketed due to the stunning scene of "thousands of troops and horses simultaneously lowering their poles".
The screen was filled with bullet comments scrolling wildly like snowflakes, so dense that they almost covered the iceberg on the screen.
Holy crap! I got goosebumps when that signal flare went off! That was so awesome!
[+1! This is outrageous! My impression of ice fishing is of an old man in a military overcoat, sitting on a small stool by a hole the size of a washbasin, just staring blankly.]
Is this the world of pay-to-win players? Those rows of tents look more elaborate than my living room! That convoy is practically an iron torrent!
Amidst gasps of amazement, several striking colored comments flashed by, astutely spotting the blind spot:
[Wait, wait a minute, streamer. I saw in TK's stream that those foreigners are already catching fish like crazy! It looks like they've already caught several!]
[Yes, yes, yes! I saw that guy with the Japanese Shimano equipment has already got three!]
[How exactly is the winner determined in this competition? Is it based on who catches the most fish? Streamer, you're going to lose like this!]
Lin Yu'an simply smiled as he looked at the anxious comments on the screen.
He calmly picked up the still-steaming cup of coffee, took a small sip, and then said unhurriedly, "Quantity?"
No, brothers. Don't be misled by what's happening next door.
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He pointed to the bottomless ice cave at his feet and began to explain in a calm tone: "This is Ilulissat. Under this ice, two main types of flatfish live."
"Those weighing over ten kilograms are called Greenland halibut. There are indeed many of them; they're so silly, it's easy to make up a number of them."
"If you're here just to get some dog food or sell it to fish farms to earn some pocket money, then fishing for that is fine."
Lin Yu'an changed the subject, his eyes instantly sharpening: "But this is an open tournament, the rules are very cruel and simple—the biggest winner takes all."
"The competition only counts the heaviest single fish. Even if you catch a thousand ordinary Greenland halibut like a machine gun, you'll still be just a nobody on the leaderboard."
Lin Yu'an pointed to the huge, hesitant white dot on the sonic screen, his voice filled with the fervor unique to a hunter!
"And what I'm waiting for is the king of this place—the Atlantic halibut!"
"It's a ferocious beast of the sea, a real sea monster. It can even grow up to 250 kilograms and swallow the small fish caught next door in one gulp."
"As long as I can get this big guy up here, I'll cast my line even if it's just this one time today—"
[Got it! So seemingly useless, yet incredibly useful.]
[Over 200 kilograms? That's heavier than a whole pig! If you try to pull it up, it'll drag the person down!]
No wonder the streamer used that "crane-like" domestically made equipment; it was to deal with this monster!
[Don't speak! Look at the screen! That white shadow moved!!!]
Lin Yu'an handed the coffee to Nuoya, helped her tighten the collar of her down jacket, and said with a smile, "Honey, I'm leaving this to you. As soon as that red dot starts accelerating towards the bait, call me on the walkie-talkie."
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Noah took the coffee and confidently gave an OK sign, looking like a radar operator suddenly appointed to a critical mission.
"Don't worry, if it dares to bite the hook, I'll watch how it swallows it. Go on, Mars's been itching for a bite for ages."
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"Let's go, baby Mars!"
Lin Yu'an patted Mars' head, took the dog leash, pushed open the tent door, and went out.
As soon as you leave the quiet tent, a lively and bustling atmosphere instantly hits you.
This is hardly a brutal polar competition arena; it's clearly a grand ice carnival.
Although the temperature was minus twenty degrees Celsius, the midday sun shone on the pristine ice field, making the whole world look warm and cozy.
The air was no longer filled only with the biting chill of ice and snow, but also with the savory aroma of grilled sausages, the sweetness of hot chocolate, and the sizzling smell of barbecued meat from the grill in the distance.
Lin Yu'an, holding a phone stand, wandered through the colorful forest of tents, accompanied by sparks.
"Brothers, let me show you a real ice fishing scene. For Greenlanders, today is a big party."
""
The camera pans across a group of Inuit men wearing sealskin coats sitting around a snowmobile, holding portable flasks, drinking strong liquor and laughing heartily.
Beside them was a heartwarming scene of the whole family out together.
"Look over there." Lin Yu'an lowered the camera and captured an extremely healing moment.
Beside a small ice cave, no bigger than a bowl, sat a little boy who looked only four or five years old.
He was dressed like a chubby little penguin, wrapped in a thick down jumpsuit and wearing a knitted hat with pom-poms. His cheeks were red from the cold, like ripe apples.
Unlike Lin Yu'an's heavily armed gear, this little guy was holding a toy-like plastic fishing rod that was only the length of a palm.
That was the real "kids' version," with a pink pole and Paw Patrol stickers on it.
But his expression was so serious, as if he were carrying out some national-level mission.
The little guy, with his bottom sticking out, lay at the entrance of the ice cave, his two chubby little hands, gloved with fingers, tightly gripping the small fishing rod, clumsily but extremely earnestly performing the "lift the rod, lower it, lift the rod, lower it" motion.
Lin Yu'an explained quietly to the viewers in the live stream, careful not to disturb the young angler: "This is the most traditional jigging technique."
"This child doesn't need a reel, and the line isn't long either. He just teases those greedy little fish a meter or two below the ice."
As they were talking, the little pink fishing rod suddenly bent sharply.
"ah!"
The little boy let out a childish gasp, nearly falling backward on his bottom from the force of his movement.
But he didn't let go; instead, he frantically pulled the thread upwards, like pulling up a radish.
"thump!"
He flung a red devil fish, no bigger than a palm and covered in thorns, onto the ice, where it thrashed about in the sunlight.
"Gotcha! Daddy! Gotcha!"
The little boy jumped up excitedly, his movements clumsy like a happy little seal.
The father, who was standing nearby, put down his coffee and walked over with a smile: "Well done! Michael! You're a true hunter now!"
""
He helped his son remove the small, thrashing fish and put it into a small, transparent bucket next to him.
The little guy immediately lay down by the bucket, grinning foolishly, as if he had just conquered a giant whale.
Mars was also attracted by the commotion and curiously sniffed the little boy with his wet nose.
The little boy wasn't afraid of the huge red dog. Instead, he boldly reached out his gloved hand and touched Mars' head, calling out in his childish voice, "Doggie!"
Mars wagged its tail obligingly and even stuck out its tongue to lick the little guy's face, making the little boy giggle.
[Aww, so soothing! I want to pinch those rosy cheeks!]
My son did the same thing when he was little, except he fished in the toilet.
[Host, move the camera away!!!!]
Lin Yu'an smiled and ruffled Huoxing's hair, pulling his silly dog, who was almost reluctant to leave because of his playfulness, back to where he was.
However, in this peaceful atmosphere, the screen suddenly flickered violently.
Immediately afterwards, the screen in front of all the viewers went black.
A red exclamation mark that strikes fear into the hearts of countless streamers popped up in the center of the live stream room, along with a cold system notification:
[System notification: Your live stream has been temporarily suspended by the moderators due to the detection of a minor on camera. Please adhere to safety regulations and rectify the situation immediately!]
""
Lin Yu'an stared blankly at the words on her phone screen.
Two minutes later, the live stream was finally unblocked.
As soon as the screen returned to normal, the pent-up comments exploded:
[Hahahaha! I knew it! Showing close-ups of kids always gets you banned!]
[Back to my rookie streamer days, Anzi, you've finally met your match! Serves you right for not streaming regularly!]
[I was so sorry I missed it for those two minutes! This dog even let the little boy ride on it, hahaha!]
Lin Yu'an readily admitted his mistake: "Please forgive me, everyone. I haven't done a proper live stream in a long time and forgot about this. Platform rules prohibit minors from appearing on camera alone."
After saying goodbye to the father and son, Lin Yu'an continued walking deeper into the crowd.
The further you go in, the stronger the aroma becomes.
Not far away, under several huge open-air tents, several enormous soup pots were steaming. That was traditional Greenland seal soup, a free lunch provided by the organizers.
That unique, rich aroma, a blend of onions, rice, and oil, is a killer in the cold air.
Many anglers who couldn't catch any fish had given up and gathered in small groups, holding hot soup and munching on hard rye bread while watching children playing football on the ice in the distance.
Yes, playing football.
A group of older children used two snowmobiles as goalposts, chasing a red ball on the smooth ice.
Wearing bulky winter clothes, they ran like a group of happy penguins, and every now and then someone would slip and fall flat on their face, which would then draw good-natured laughter from the adults around them.
Nobody cared about winning or losing, and nobody cared whether they could actually catch that big fish worth 50,000 crowns.
Sunshine, snow, hot soup, and the company of family.
That's the true essence of this match.
Watching this scene, Lin Yu'an couldn't help but sigh, "Sometimes I think people shouldn't be too fixated on the outcome. Look at them, for the Ilulissat people, this 50,000 crown prize is just a bonus."
"Whether or not we catch any fish, as long as the whole family can gather on the ice to bask in the sun and drink a bowl of hot soup when the sun comes out, the day is a success."
[This streamer has really reached a new level!]
[Hey buddy, why are you starting to talk about value?]
Indeed, this kind of atmosphere is rare in China now; everyone's vying for attention, even fishing requires dealing with the owner.
[Mars: Stop escalating the topic! I want to eat meat! My saliva's frozen into icicles!]
Lin Yu'an looked down and, sure enough, Mars was staring intently at a stall selling roasted reindeer sausages next to it. Its gaze was as affectionate as if it were looking at its first love. Drooling was already running down the corner of its mouth and had formed a layer of white frost on its chest fur.
"Okay, okay, I'll buy it for you." Lin Yu'an smiled helplessly, walked over and bought three sizzling reindeer sausages.
He took a bite himself, the crispy skin burst open, and the scalding hot meat juices filled his mouth, instantly dispelling the chill from his body. Huoxing was also eating with a satisfied look on his face.
In this warm, cozy, and homey moment, "sizzle!"
The walkie-talkie hanging around Lin Yu'an's neck suddenly rang, the piercing static breaking the silence.
Immediately afterwards, Noah's voice, trembling with suppressed excitement, rang out: "Darling! Come back soon!!"
Lin Yu'an abruptly stopped what she was doing: "What happened? Did it bite you?"
"No—it hasn't killed him yet—"
"But it's coming! The sonic boom indicates it's near the bait! It's incredibly fast! That's a hunting signal!"
Lin Yu'an's eyes narrowed, and he stuffed the remaining half of the sausage into his mouth, swallowing it before he could even chew it properly.
"Mars! Let's go!" He yanked the leash and turned to run wildly toward the tracked vehicle parked in the distance.
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