The clear water is blown by the breeze, and the blue waves of the lake ripple and ripple.

There are a few white clouds floating in the sky, and the lake looks a little blue against the blue sky, and the surrounding leafy birch trees are reflected in the water, and the wide leaves rustle in the water.

This is the Rota Lake located on the grassland, and it is also the name of the former owner of the Snow Mountain Ranch, which has been passed down from generation to generation and has existed for hundreds of years.

The lake is about a kilometre wide and stretches for four or five kilometres between the snow-capped mountain pastures and the Augskids pastures. The trees on the shores of Lake Rota have never been cut down, and they grow very densely, with the occasional fish jumping out of the water and making a huge splash.

Not far from the lake, a little boy wearing a wide-brimmed felt hat and a pair of small cowhide boots on his feet made a brisk noise as he walked.

There was a poor cat lying on his hat, trying to balance his body with his big fluffy tail and not let himself fall, his eyes wide and his face hair standing on end.

The white-bearded old man on the shore, with the help of the young man, pushed the boat four or five meters long into the water, then tied a rope and sat on the shore waiting for something.

Yes, today Old Barton wants to take Han Xuan to fish, but the boy begged his parents for a long time before they agreed. The relieved mother also called Anderson, who was very water-oriented, to accompany him, so he let him go out.

"Boy, are you ready to set sail and conquer the raging seas?" said Old Barton, looking up at the small figure not far away, and laughed loudly.

The boy stopped, straightened up, raised his hand and raised a military salute: "Yes captain, sailor Han Xuan is ready, let the horse come over the Pacific Ocean!"

The serious appearance made the old man laugh, and Anderson showed a mouthful of white teeth and stepped forward to help the boy put on a life jacket.

The boat set off quickly, and it took a long time to get to where it was going today, just by the oars. Xiao Han Xuan lay on the side of the boat, his body swaying rhythmically with Anderson's strokes.

The surroundings are very clean, except for the sound of the oars coming into contact with the water, the birds in the woods are calling, and looking up at the sky, this feeling of tranquility is indescribable.

The boat was moving on close to the shore, and the boy was sleepy with birch trees growing in the damp marsh, their roots submerged in water, and the mountains to the west faintly visible between the leaves.

Fat Ding was on the boat for the first time, and he was a little uncomfortable at first, but now he was jumping around in the boat, and accidentally bumped into the owner, waking Han Xuan up.

Old Barton threw a slice of dried cheese, and the boy raised his arm to catch it and put it in his mouth, stretching his hand out to play with the water, and patting the lake.

As soon as he sighed in his heart that life was beautiful, there was a touch on his fingertips, Han Xuan suddenly withdrew his hand, and a fathead fish was taken out of the water, and then slid down again.

Old Barton hurriedly grabbed Han Xuan's little hand and looked at it carefully, and found that there were only some red marks before he was relieved, afraid that the boy would be frightened, so he joked in his mouth: "I can't see that you are still a master, you can catch fish with your bare hands, you are much more powerful than me." ”

Han Xuan rolled his eyes helplessly, and asked Old Barton: "This is the bighead carp of Huaxia just now, right? ”

"Well, it's a Chinese carp. The old man replied, "In the past few years, I could often catch some perch and trout, but now most of them can only catch Chinese carp." ”

"These fish eat everything, especially the black ones, and that's all that pike can feed them on, and lo and behold, another one jumps out, there are too many of them. ”

The old man sighed helplessly, Anderson turned around and said: "I didn't see it when I was a child, the Federation introduced Asian carp in the seventies, at first to control algae, but these fish have no natural predators in North America, and their numbers have become more and more in the past ten years, these are probably swimming from the Mori River, and in the Missouri River downstream, they have been flooded." ”

Anderson studied related majors at university, so he learned more about these, and explained to Han Xuan and Old Barton along the way, and after more than ten minutes, he finally found a suitable place for fishing.

It is a meadow that juts out to the shore, with a lot of reeds and trees on the side, which looks very cool, and from time to time fish stir at the bottom of the water, making the surface of the lake shimmer.

Old Barton nodded his head in satisfaction, got up and threw the iron anchor into the water to secure the hull, and began the preparations.

Fishing in the United States, whether it is rivers, lakes or the sea, you need to buy a fishing license, and only the old Barton has it among the three.

However, this is a private ranch, and as long as they don't sell the fish they catch, no one will take care of them.

Three rods were placed on the edge of the cabin, and there were plenty of lines and hooks.

Lake Rota has not been fished for many years, and the fish are very large, and if you are not careful, you will fall off the rod and break the line.

Han Xuan picked up the fishing rod that Barton had prepared for him, this was produced by Pure-fishing, more than four meters long, and it felt very light in his hand.

Hanging the fake bait he bought a few days ago on the hook, Lao Ba looked at the boy and said, "Learn from me, just throw it out and drag it back, it's very simple." ”

After saying that, he showed Han Xuan all over it, the boy nodded, bent down and threw the bait into the distant water, the pulley creaked, fell down with a light thud, and turned the pulley towards the recovery line.

"Yes! That's it. ”

The old man gave him a thumbs up and threw his bait away. Fish can see moving objects at the bottom of the water, and the fake bait itself can also emit a fragrance that attracts them.

Without a corresponding state of mind, fishing is actually a very boring thing, and after more than 20 minutes of repeating the same action, Anderson caught a small dogfish that was less than three pounds.

Old Patton put the hanging rod on the side of the boat, helped Anderson take down the pike and threw it back into the lake, saw Han Xuan's puzzled eyes and explained: "It's too small, put it in the lake and raise it." ”

The boy nodded and continued fishing, the hull of the boat swaying slightly on the water.

It was just noon, and the fish was not easy to catch, so it was a long time before the old Barton hooked a seven- or eight-pound grass carp, removed it from the net that he put into the side of the boat, and winked at the boy.

Han Xuan snorted lightly to express his dissatisfaction, and continued to stare at the bait on the water. At some point, a clump of black aquatic plants floated over and hooked the boy's hook.

Han Xuan had no choice but to turn the pulley towards the recycling line, but he didn't think that a strong force came, almost taking him to a stumbling side.

Barton turned his head when he heard the noise, stood on tiptoe to look at the lake, dropped his fishing rod and strode over, shouting, "Be careful, boy, hey!"

Reaching out and taking the fishing rod, he lifted one foot and put it on the side of the boat, loosened the line outward, and after a while recycled it. There was a splash on the surface of the lake, and the boy couldn't see it clearly from too far away, only seeing the paws quite big, standing aside and doing it in a hurry, and his face was a little excited.

It is not good to fish on the boat, and the hull of the boat keeps floating that way, but fortunately there is an anchor to fix. After another four or five minutes of stalemate, the big guy finally gave in and floated on the water.

The old man handed the fishing rod to the boy and said with a smile: "Sailor, we have caught a turtle, you can drag it back to the boat, old captain, I will help you watch it!"

Anderson also said, "It's the first time I've seen someone catch this, and you're in good luck." ”

Xiao Han Xuan rubbed his hands and took the fishing rod with great difficulty, but unexpectedly, the turtle struggled again halfway, if it wasn't for Anderson to help catch it, he would have to get rid of it now. As the fishing line gradually retracted, the turtle also revealed its full appearance, it has an eagle-like upper jaw, small eyes are staring closely at several people, thick limbs and front paws are very sharp, and the dark green tortoise shell up to about 60 cm long is covered with prismatic flesh spikes.

This is a North American snapping turtle, and its size is probably 50 years old, which is not bad for old Barton. When he reached the side of the boat, Anderson was about to catch it, but he was almost bitten by the snapping turtle, but luckily there was a fishing net on the boat, so he was able to get it safely on board.

The hook was not in its mouth, but hung on its forelimbs, the sting was very deep, it had just been dragged, and a wound seven or eight centimeters long had been pulled, and when Old Patton pulled it out, the snapping turtle was still opening its mouth wide and ready to bite.

Little Chubby Ding had never seen this kind of guy, but he seemed to know that it was not easy to mess with, and obediently stood on the box and looked at the turtle. Han Xuan learned that it was a protected animal, the snapping turtle, and suddenly felt a little difficult and wanted to put it back but it was injured again, and turned his head to look at the side.

Old Barton was the same, scratching his head and saying, "Why don't you take it back for treatment first?" ”

"That's the only way to go..."

The big snapping turtle lay motionless in the cabin, its little eyes staring at the kitten in front of it, and the fat guy was also looking at it, his big eyes were blazing, and he held on to it.

Suddenly, it was getting darker, and it looked like it was about to rain. Han Xuan's luck became better, the big fish were hooked one after another, and the fishing nets were filled with small halves.

Departing home in the evening, the roadside is beautiful, with a slanting wind and drizzle and turquoise water.

It's a pity that the old and young don't have umbrellas, and Anderson's oars are rowing so fast that he doesn't have the leisure of the morning at all.

Fat Ding hid under the boy's body, playing happily in the water, shaking his hair and splashing the boy's face, until Han Xuan slapped it twice on the ass to be honest.

Only the big snapping turtle was the happiest, and slowly climbed up in the cabin.

The boat was soon back at the dock.

PS: Go to Taipei 101 tonight to watch the New Year's Eve fireworks, the update may be late, happy New Year everyone, please recommend and collect, thank you~