Mid-Autumn Festival Fishing Diaries: What’s Left After the Holiday Rush?
Okay, let’s be real—three days of Mid-Autumn fun flew by faster than a fish stealing my bait. I spent every single one chasing bites along the Wei River, and now that it’s over? I need something to hold onto. Memories, right? Not just the empty beer cans or the sunburn on my neck. Let’s spill the tea (or the fishing line) on how this holiday went down.
The Wei River Spot: My Happy Place (Sort Of)
First off, let’s talk about the spot. This stretch of the Wei River? It’s newly renovated—freshly dredged, just filled with Yellow River water, and sitting at a perfect 3 meters deep. Sounds dreamy, right? I thought so too… until the current decided to play games.
The Current Chaos: Left, Right, Stop—Pick a Lane!
Here’s the thing: one minute the water’s zipping left, the next it’s darting right, and then? Dead stop. I waded downstream to check the rubber dam—turns out it only flows one way there. My guess? The nearby roundabout (you know, those weird traffic circles) is messing with the current. Classic. Nature’s way of saying, “Nice try, fisherman.”
The Uninvited Guest: A Very Bold Frog
Now, let’s get to the star of the show—this frog. Dude was camped out by my fish basket, just chowing down on the tiny fish I’d caught. No fear. Zero. I tossed a minnow his way, and he went for it like it was a five-star meal. But wait—he only ate if the fish was moving. If it was still? Nope. Not interested. Talk about a picky eater.
Our Little “Bonding” Moment (That Got Me Nibbled)
I decided to mess with him a little—picked up the minnow and waved it in his face. He snatched it right out of my fingers. I thought, “Wow, this guy’s starving.” So I caught another minnow and tried again. But this time? He missed. Twice. And then? He bit my index finger. Not hard, but enough to make me yelp and shake him off. My heart was racing—who knew a frog could be so sassy?
Later, I caught a tiny crucian carp and tried feeding him that. No luck. Did he get full? Did he hate the taste? Who knows. We’re not exactly fluent in frog. So I gave up and went back to fishing. Some friendships just don’t last, I guess.
The Fish: Finally, Some Payoff (Sort Of)
Let’s cut to the chase—the catch. From 6 PM to 10 PM, I used wheat as bait (don’t judge). Commercial bait? Total chaos—too many tiny fish stealing it. Glue-coated rice? Meh, didn’t work. But wheat? That’s where the magic happened.
The Haul: Not a Monster, But Enough
What did I get? A mix of small fish—nothing to write home about, but enough to make me smile. Let’s be clear: I’m not a pro. I just like catching something, not going home empty-handed. This haul? Perfect for bragging rights (even if it’s just to my cat).
The “Leadership” Problem: No Fish Allowed Home
Now, here’s the kicker. My “leader” (aka my partner) gave strict orders: no bringing fish home. Wait, that’s not how you talk to a fisherman! You say, “Don’t bring the catch back to the house.” “Back to the house” sounds way more official. “Don’t bring fish home” is just… rude. But hey, rules are rules. So I released them all. Bummer, but whatever—fishing’s about the fight, not the fridge, right?
After the Holiday: Back to Reality (Ugh)
Now the holiday’s over. I’m back to “bricking it” (aka working my 9-to-5). But you know what? That frog, the crazy current, the tiny catch—those are my Mid-Autumn memories. Better than any mooncake, if you ask me.
Quick Tips for Your Next Fishing Trip (From a Semi-Pro)
- Check the current before you set up—save yourself the headache.
- Wheat bait works for small fish (trust me).
- Watch out for sassy frogs—they bite.
- Always listen to your “leader”… even if their fishing vocab is bad.
So, what’s left after the Mid-Autumn rush? For me? A sunburn, a funny frog story, and a reminder that the best holidays aren’t about the big plans—they’re about the tiny, weird moments. Now, who’s joining me for the next fishing trip? I’ll bring the wheat. You bring the frog snacks.
