"Now that the wind is picking up and the water temperature is dropping, it's unlikely we'll attract the fish! Plus, grass carp are timid, using explosive bait for grass carp makes the bite even slower!"
"Let's give it a shot. If it doesn't work out, fine. But what if we catch a few more? I'd love to taste some fresh crab too!" Old Zhao gathered the last bit of bait from the bottom of the feed pan and dumped it all into the nest.
As expected by Zhang Yang, nothing happened without the bait, and even after setting up a new nest, there was still no response.
From a little after four until five thirty, as the sun was about to set, no one caught even a single fish.
"Let's pack it up, it's getting late!" Zhang Yang, sitting on the bank, rubbed his hands, his legs nearly numb from the light breeze.
Zhao Bingguang: "Pack it up! Today was as fruitless as a dog chasing its tail for us!
