There is a convenient way to hunt fish at night.
This is a method I learned from local hunters when I was in the Northeast.
I dig a hole on the river bank and stick the torch diagonally on the water's edge.
When the fish see the light on the lake, they will naturally jump up and fall into the pit.
This trick is called "carp jumping over the dragon's gate".
The angle of inserting the torch and the location of the pit are very particular.
The fat man and I dug a hole by the river, and then inserted the torch into the mud on the river bank at an angle of about thirty degrees.
The Amazon River is flat and fast, and the torch will be extinguished by the splashing water if you are not careful.
We stood by the pit with homemade simple harpoons in hand, waiting for the prey to take the bait.
After a while, there was movement on the river.
A shining silver tropical salmon jumped out of the water and fell to the ground.
The fat man started to pick it up.
Unexpectedly, the fish was very powerful.
It swung its tail and jumped a few times before jumping back into the water, splashing fishy mud on both of us.
"You little bastard, how dare you challenge the fat man?"
The fat man took off his shoes and socks and prepared to go into the water.
I said that the current here was too fast and I didn't know if there were any predators in the river.
It wasn't worth the risk to go into the water just for a fish.
The fat man's face was stained with fishy mud by the salmon, and he patted the flesh on his waist: "With the tonnage of Fatty, I still don't believe that the Dragon King can rush through.
Old Hu, you are getting more and more cowardly.
Come down quickly and follow me.
Catch fish."
I couldn't resist him, so I took off my shoes and pants, jumped on the shore a few times, and touched the water.
The river water was freezing cold at night, but fortunately the water level was not deep where we were.
The water was only as deep as my thighs.
Under the light of the torch, the turbid river water took on the shape of mud and gel.
The fat man kept stirring the mud sinking at the bottom of the river bed with his feet, trying to scare the fish hiding in the mud.
I said: "You haven't washed your feet in a few days.
Stop messing around here.
The fish that will be baked will taste sore to your feet.
I won't drink your foot washing water."
The fat man made a sound: "You won't be better either.
Where to go, whether you like to eat or not.
Hey, there is movement here."
The fat man spotted the movement under the water and plunged a fork into it.
He sloshed in the water for a few times, and I hurriedly supported him.
"Haha, look."
The fat man raised the harpoon high and saw a silver salmon nailed to an extremely sharp branch.
I was also infected by the joy of harvest, rolled up my sleeves and prepared to work hard.
At this time, the fat man's smile suddenly froze on his face.
He let go of the harpoon in his hand and said to me: "Something grabbed my foot."
The fat man tilted his body and shook it several times without getting rid of the thing on his feet.
I immediately dived into the water and saw a mass of black stuff clinging to the fat man's right foot like kelp.
I tried to use a harpoon to pick out the kelp, but to my surprise, they all shrank up as if they were living creatures.
The fat man screamed in pain and lost his balance and fell into the river.
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He took a few mouthfuls of cold water and almost choked to death.
I threw away the harpoon, grabbed the kelp with both hands, and even used my teeth to finally pull the kelp off.
A black mass was pulled from the fat man's leg.
The two of us finally managed to stand firm in the river with support.
I was completely soaked in muddy water, and the fat guy was even worse.
He choked under the water for a long time.
He almost lost his breath and kept coughing and trembling. .
"Let's go ashore first.
You can't stay here for a long time."
I waved my hand, signaling the fat man to leave first.
He pinched his neck with both hands, and his face turned red as if something was stuck in his throat.
I was afraid that he was stuck in his throat by something dirty.
Quickly put your hand into him Picking and digging in his mouth, the fat man gradually found it difficult to breathe.
I had to jam one hand in his mouth and slap him hard on the back with the other hand.
The two of them struggled for a long time, and I finally took out a slender piece from his mouth.
Something like hair.
"Fuck me, cough cough cough, fuck, can't this be dead man's hair?"
The fat man pinched his own throat, wishing to dig it out completely.
I was so disgusted that I just put the thing under my eyes and studied it: "Don't worry, it's dry grass.
It was the thing that tripped your feet just now.
It's okay."
The fat man took a long breath, and the color gradually returned to his face: "Damn it, why is there dead grass in the river?
This thing is like a living thing, I was almost dragged into the water by it."
After what he said, I bent down again, groped in the river for a while, and picked up a large number of slender dead leaves from the water.
I held a large pile of dead grass and said ecstatically: "This is Selaginella, this is Selaginella.
They have just migrated from other places and have not had time to take root in the river, so they still remain as dry as when they first drifted here."
Ye State, you were entangled by them just now.
Since Selaginella is here, the fairy grass is not far away from us. " The fat man took the selaginella from my hand, held it under his nose and looked at it for a long time and said, "This thing is selaginella.
No matter how I look at it, it is just a bunch of weeds."
He then searched around the river again, " "Old Hu, look at that floating pool in the middle of the river."
I looked in the direction he pointed and saw a large cluster of reed-like plants floating in the middle of the river, swaying in the wind. , as if waving to us.
"That's them.
They are walking Selaginella."
I slapped the fat man and laughed, "You are really choking.
There are turbulences and Selaginella here.
I think what we are looking for Things can’t escape, hiding in these selaginella bushes.”
The two of us discussed it and both felt that the legendary Inca elixir "Hualavato" was hidden in the Selaginella bushes in the middle of the river.
We returned to the shore, took the rope from our backpacks, chose a strong tree on the shore, tied a navy knot on it, then wrapped the rope around our waists, and then slowly touched the water.
In order to prevent being attacked, I specially put on an anti-turtle agent based on the prescription left by Shiry Yang during his trip to the South China Sea.
This is my first time making this kind of potion.
The method of making it is not difficult.
What is difficult is to select the materials.
I have to gather the right flesh of nine winter fish and the left fin of nine summer fish, and store the fishy smell of these fish in a clay pot. until it completely rots into mud.
Smearing these fish mud on the body can mislead the aquarium, allowing humans to blend in without being noticed.
The fat man smeared these disgusting fish paste on his body and asked me: "Aren't you talking about anti-turtle agent?
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We are not diving in the sea.
What are you doing with it?
I haven't heard that the turtles have moved recently and are living in the Amazon."
I tried the rope around my waist to make sure it was tight enough, and then performed a set of military boxing on the shore to ensure that my muscles and bones were fully mobile and that I would not get cramps and drown in a short while.
"There are no turtles, but there are still a lot of crocodiles.
Didn't we see many animal specimens in the Amazon jungle when we were in the museum?
There are no fish in this river.
We might encounter prehistoric giant crocodiles.
Anti-turtle agent It’s better to be prepared and give yourself some psychological comfort.”
The fat man hummed, then slowly waded into the cold river with me.
This time we were extra careful.
We used a probing stick to test every time we walked in the water, and only started to make sure there was no danger ahead.
One step at a time, we headed towards the dense Selaginella bushes in the middle of the river.
At this time, night has completely enveloped the river.
If someone happened to see us walking slowly in the river, they might think that we were two water ghosts looking for food.
We slowly approached the Selaginella cypress in the middle of the river, but somehow, after walking for a long time, we still couldn't touch a single leaf.
The fat man said: "Old Hu, are we going astray?
Why haven't we arrived yet after a long time?
It was quite close when we looked at it from the shore."
At first I thought it was the current that slowly took us away from the route, but the two of them again After walking for a while, the curled cypress tree was still floating quietly about ten meters away from us, without any change at all.
The more I thought about it, the more something was wrong.
At this time, the rope around my waist tightened, as if it was caught on something.
I quickly said to the fat man: "Is our rope long enough?
Why is it gone when it reaches me?"
The fat man tugged on the rope around his waist and replied: "It's definitely enough, twenty meters of twist rope, and there's still a big length behind my butt."
I shook my head at him, indicating that the rope around my waist had reached the end. , can no longer move forward half a step.
The fat man made a depressed sound and walked towards me on the river: "I guess the old bastard might have bought some equipment for cheap, so he gave us some fake goods
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