Every year, as soon as the rainy season is over, the rains in the jungles of the Congo begin to slowly recede.

Just like the shoal at this time, the water level has changed from more than ten centimeters more than ten days ago to the current bare gravel, and the falling speed is still very slow.

Stepping on the mud, sand and stones on the shore, Yang Zi carried the bent fish pole frame and looked around suspiciously.

From the previous warning to the discovery that the fishing rod had disappeared, the intermediate process was only a matter of one or two minutes.

But in such a short period of time, the big fish just now not only jumped the fishing rod away, but also bent the steel rod frame like this, and its strength really surprised him.

In order to prevent the fish from being too big, he pulled the unloading switch and jumped into the woods to cause winding, and his reel has been locked in a locked state for the past few days.

Originally, I thought that even if I didn't have time to come over to reel in the line, and the line group was broken by a big fish, the rod would still be able to stay, but I didn't expect the fishing line to be replaced this time so powerful, and the rod frame was stretched and the line was not broken, so that the fish and the rod were taken away directly.

"Brother Yang, what's the situation? Why is the fishing rod missing?" panting and running over, Ah Ling asked.

"I met a big fish just now, the rod frame was bent, and the fishing rod was dragged away, so angry! Yang Zi shook his head, his face full of depression.

His mentality has always been relatively good, and he rarely reveals negative emotions, but the task has not been smooth in the past few days, coupled with the regrettable scene now, it is really difficult to be happy.

At this time, other people also rushed over, and after asking the reason, they all felt a little regretful.

After all, after waiting for so many days, it is rare to give a few people to the fish love, and they haven't grasped the opportunity, and even the fishing rod has been dragged away, and there is no one else who has this luck.

"Hey, husband, come and see if there is a fishing rod in this water?" Qiaoqiao, who ran with the group, suddenly pointed to the surface of the river and shouted.

"In the water?" Yang Zi turned his head to take a closer look, but he really found a surprise when he glanced at it.

As the flow of the river decreases, the water becomes clearer and clearer, and the visibility can even reach a depth of two meters in good light.

At this moment, two or three meters out of the water where they stood, there were actually two cylindrical boulders side by side, and through the shadowy water, a black stick was stuck in it, and the shape was really very similar to the throwing rod.

It's just that because of his gaze to the light, he hasn't been able to notice it just now.

Seeing this scene, Yang Zi's heart moved slightly, and he hurriedly compared the position of the black shadow and the pole frame.

In order to ensure the strength, he chose the kind of solid carbon joint, which has no air in it.

Because of this, once the rod falls into the water, it sinks very quickly.

And the position of the black shadow at the bottom of the water is just in the straight line between the pole frame and the river, and its true face is naturally needless to say, it is very likely that it is the throwing rod.

This kind of excitement of losing and regaining it made Yang Zile not even bother to take off the clothes on his body, and pounced directly towards the black shadow in the water.

Without the distraction of the undulating view of the water, after jumping into the river, he quickly confirmed the true identity of the black shadow, which was the fishing rod that had just been dragged away.

Not only that, but because the rod was stuck in the stone and couldn't move, the tip of the rod was still shaking.

The big fish that pulled away the rod and threw it, although it bent the rod frame by its own brute force, but there was no way to take the two big stones at the bottom of the water, so the rod could not escape smoothly for so long after falling into the water.

The ensuing surprises made Yang Zi no longer able to suppress the ecstasy in his heart, and after a fierce man dived to the bottom of the river, he paddled between two boulders with his hands and feet.

He first tentatively pulled off the shaft with both hands, and found that the rod was a little tight, so he stepped on the stone with both feet to borrow strength, held the handle of the rod and lifted it violently, and the rod was pulled out of the stone crack very smoothly.

Feeling the pulling force brought by the fishing line, Yang Zi did not rush to the surface, but first lowered the unloading switch, and after it began to slowly release the line, he turned around and swam back to the riverbank.

"Brother Yang, the fishing rod has been found? Huh? What's the situation, hasn't the fish run away yet? No? Seeing Yang Zi holding a fishing rod out of the water, Tan Ziqing asked questions one after another.

Especially after finding that the tip of the rod throwing was still shaking, the tone was even more excited.

"Haha! Let's finally run it once, the fishing rod just got stuck in the crack of the stone at the bottom of the river, and the fish was also hung on the hook and didn't run, wife, you are really my lucky star!"

As soon as he got ashore and stood firm, he quickly locked the reels again.

Because the water level has not completely receded now, he does not dare to give way all the time, so he can only rely on the strength of the fishing rod and fishing line, and tug-of-war with the other party without giving an inch.

"Whew...... Woohoo!"

The force from the tip of the rod was so great that the fish tightened the line and swam back, causing it to whistle from time to time.

At the beginning, Yang Zi also wanted to take advantage of the other party's weakness to collect some fishing lines, so as to narrow the scope of the big fish's struggle.

But the opponent's strength is really beyond imagination, and after a few rounds of fighting, he found that if he hadn't moved sharply and barely fought through a few rounds of outbursts, let alone closing the line, if he didn't unload the force, it would be difficult to even maintain the status quo.

After touching the limit of fishing tackle several times in a row, and feeling that something could not be done, Yang Zi had to endure the excitement in his heart and began to slowly wrestle with this big fish.

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"Whoa!"

Twenty meters away from the riverbank, a large sturdy fish suddenly jumped out of the water, swayed violently in the air, and then fell back into the water, stirring up a large circle of ripples.

At the moment of its appearance, the pale golden scales on the fish's body shone brightly, causing several people on the shore to exclaim.

"It's really a tiger fish!"

"Wow, Brother Yang, did you see it? Haha! This time it's really an African tiger fish!"

"Oh my God, this fish is so big!

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Listening to the exclamations of his companions, Yang Zi's face was also full of joy.

In the process of walking the fish in front of him, he felt that something was wrong with this fish, not to mention that the strength was far greater than that of ordinary fish species, and the swimming speed was extremely amazing.

After a few swims, he quickly realized that this fish was likely to be the target of this trip, the famous African tiger fish, but after all, it had not been really paved before, and he was not too assertive.

Now that the species of big fish has been determined, thinking that the final task of this trip will be completed soon, Yang Zi feels that he has been low for several days in a row, and only excitement and surprise are left in his heart.