This time we had a good haul, catching six giant frogs, each weighing around four or five pounds. We tied the giant frogs' hind legs straight, thus rendering them unable to move.
With no other containers available, the giant frogs were tossed into Dante's basket.
Just as we were about to move on to the next place, I suddenly noticed two bubbles, one large and one small, emerging from the weeds near the bank of the pond.
This might not seem like much to an ordinary person, but for someone like me who has inherited the family's fishing bloodline by nature, how could such an obvious commotion escape my eyes?
I immediately took another earthworm from the bamboo tube and hung it up. This time, I was dealing with something more sophisticated; I hung the whole earthworm around the hook several times to make it smell even stronger.
I immediately turned back with the short pole. The natives, not understanding what was going on, thought that there were still giant frogs hiding, so they also used flashlights to help me search.
I went to the grassy area where I had seen bubbles rising earlier and parted the grass near the bank.
At this point, everyone curiously gathered around, but when they saw that I didn't see anything after parting the grass, they couldn't help but feel puzzled.
There's nothing there. They probably came all this way just to see things they didn't recognize. This time everyone saw it clearly, and it reflects everyone's thoughts.
I didn't explain immediately because my attention was drawn to a mud hole that looked like a Shuanghui sausage.
The hole is about one centimeter below the water surface, and it's also hidden by these weeds. If I hadn't made a commotion, I might not have been able to find it.
Look at this smooth, round hole; it's clearly not a dud. There must be something inside, and it's not just any ordinary stuff; you'd need at least a pound or more to make a hole this big.
Under everyone's questioning gaze, I slowly lowered the earthworm hanging on the fishing line to the entrance of the hole and started jumping up and down, creating the illusion that an insect had fallen into the water.
Soon, the water surface began to move, and streams of murky, muddy water started to gush out from the hole.
I moved the earthworms away a bit and continued teasing them in the water. Soon, a huge yellow head popped out. It was a large yellow eel weighing over a pound!
I held my breath and continued to slowly tease the eel. The creature was clearly alert and didn't immediately extend its body.
But soon, the eel was blinded by its greed for the delicious earthworm. It began to crawl out of its hole and bite down hard on the earthworm in my hand.
Seizing the opportunity, I yanked the short pole in my hand, and the hook caught firmly on the lower jaw of the large yellow eel. Now it has no chance to go inside.
"Dante, come help me! Pull it out!" I shouted.
"good!"
Dante ran up to the eel in a few steps and grabbed it, but the next second he felt that it was very difficult to hold on.
This is not because Dante was not strong enough; on the contrary, Dante was very strong and was one of the strongest in the tribe.
However, the mucus on the eel's body was too smooth, and this eel, which had been pulled out halfway, was estimated to weigh about three pounds. Such a large eel looked like a snake.
A three-pound eel is covered in firm muscles. In some ways, the explosive power of a three-pound eel's muscles is much stronger than that of a three-pound snake of the same size.
These large yellow eels are usually quite cunning if they live a long time, and at this moment it has begun to roll around in the water.
"Oh no, this guy is trying to escape!"
I've been dealing with these aquatic fish for quite some time now. Bass washing its gills and eels rolling around are common tricks used by fish to escape from the water.
How could we let such a big eel get away!
Dante used both hands to try and pull the eel back into its hole. But the eel was very strong and slippery, and Dante couldn't catch it at all.
It was clear that the eel was about to slowly return to the hole, making it very difficult to get it out again.
It will take at least three or four days before these large animals lower their guard and start hunting again.
The eel was still writhing and thrashing its body, much like a crocodile writhing in the death throes. The hook was showing signs of coming loose, which meant they were definitely going to lose this big catch.
Just as I was thinking about this question, my hand suddenly felt lighter.
Ouch!
The hook actually came off at this crucial moment!
Holy crap!
I yelled and quickly threw the short pole aside. Then, I made a hook with the three fingers of my right hand and grabbed the eel body that was still in Dante's hand.
There is a certain skill involved in catching this kind of smooth-bodied fish. If you just try to grab it by brute force, you will never be able to hold onto it properly because of its slime.
The three fingers mentioned here are the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger. These three fingers are also a special technique used to catch eels.
When using it, the three fingers are spread out like an eagle's claw. The middle finger, which is the longest, is raised high as the hook hand, also called the main hand or hook hand. The remaining two fingers are bent into a hook shape as the auxiliary hand.
When grabbing the eel, it should pass through the hook hand so that it can be caught between the backs of the other two fingers. Then, the hook hand should be pulled inward forcefully to form a three-point line, like an old-fashioned pair of tongs, to firmly control the eel.
Once I grabbed it, the eel's attempt to retreat immediately stopped. Specialization is key; it's not just a casual saying.
Even though the eel was huge, it still managed to stop moving with the help of two people.
"Dante, control its body like I do. Your technique is wrong and you won't get the desired effect."
I'm just barely managing to keep going. Although there are two people controlling it, Dante's technique is wrong, so I'm still in control of most of the force.
Given its enormous size, my fingers could barely grip its body. Every time it twisted its body, it still managed to slide a short distance away.
Soon I felt my fingers getting sore and numb, and without hesitation, I plunged my left hand down with a claw, joining the fight.
When Dante heard me say that, he quickly switched his right hand to a hook like mine and firmly gripped the eel's body. Then, his left hand, like mine, used a hook to control the eel that was trying to escape.
At this moment, the eel must be in despair. It's being controlled by four hands, which means it's anchored at twelve interlocking points. Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, it wouldn't be able to escape.
Once the eel was secured, Dante and I began to pull it outwards together.
Although the eel was large, it couldn't overpower the two of us. After some pulling, it was finally pulled out of the hole little by little.
When we finally pulled it out completely, we couldn't stop laughing.
Good heavens, it's over 1.5 meters long! It was still twisting and turning wildly in the air, trying to escape our clutches, but it was too late.
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