Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 69 Night navigation and fishing nets

After school on Saturday afternoon, Claude first came home, changed into lightweight clothes, thought about bringing another pair of underwear underwear stuffed backpacks. After a night and a day on the boat, no one might say it would go into the water, and it was safe to bring a change of clothes. Then he put on the fire rope gun and checked again what he was going to bring, so he went downstairs to prepare for the pier.

Downstairs, Claude was hooked up with his little brother, Brooke, and even the little snow dog came running around to make a scene. After spending most of the day with Fatty and the puppy, Claude finally got away and greeted his mother before calling for a carriage to leave.

It's just that after the pier, Claude was a little silly: "Come on, Alexon, is there room for us to stay on this boat so full? ”

Erickson was pretty sure, and the old god was there, and he said, "No, I brought two blocks and a perimeter. Don't look so high now, when you get to the place to throw it, the boat is empty, some places make us toss...”

Claude shook his head and laughed: “It's easy for you to say, these are the nets and sieges your father's Red Sea Shark ocean fishing boat used at sea, and these meshes are too big in the lake. We were lucky to get that big black tiger fish like last time, you never thought of catching another one... impossible...”

“It's not my father's maritime grid, don't worry, I won't make that mistake.” Erickson smiled, “It's Grandma Willin's house next door, it's all new, they lent me a free trial, that's why I got so much. ”

Claude understood that Grandma Willin's house at the private pier of the Ericsson family was a small workshop specializing in netting and repairing nets. Earlier in the day, Ericsson had a familiar face among the old ladies who had weaved the nets. White deer town fishermen have a custom. When the new fishing nets are woven, they should be thrown in the lake for three days. The first is to test their robustness, and the second is to smell fish in the lake so that the fish in the water will not be alerted when they are surrounded...

So Ericsson went fishing at night on the lake, and Grandma Willing pulled a white worker to take the new fishing net to trial. If you try a new net of sewage, if you catch it, then this new net will be more popular with the fishermen, don't worry about not selling it, you can even raise the price...

“So where am I going?” Claude weighed the boat.

The hull of this small fishing boat is already full of nets, leaving only a bit of space for the bow and stern. There is only one person on the bow. The stern is where the steering wheel is. It is also impossible to crowd the stern...

“Wait a minute, I'll have Boa go find Uncle Pegg, get him a tarp from the warehouse, and when it's over the net, you can sit on the tarp.” Erickson said.

It's not that people can't tread on top of fishing nets, but people can easily fall into the mesh of fishing nets, so it's easy to mix up neat fishing nets, then it's also troublesome to want to break them up. Second, the material in these nets is not the nitrile and nylon of the past life of the traverser, and trampling on them can easily cause wear and tear.

Eriksson was quite thoughtful and avoided all this trouble by putting a tarp on it.

“Okay, I'll wait.” Claude said, "Is Vero not here by himself? ”

“Should be here in a little while. It's the furthest away from home. ”

Later, Boc Al came with a roll of tarpaulin on his back and saw Claude Big Happy: "Come help me, I'm tired. ”

Claude put the gun on the ground and ran over to take over, and he complained, "Why don't you ask Ike to pick it up with you? ”

Bok Al shouted, "The guy said he was tired of carrying those nets on the boat, and now staying at the stern is inconvenient. ”

“You fool!” Claude took the tarpaulin and put it on his shoulder: “Can he get on the boat alone with so many fishing nets? It's obvious someone else helped him. You still believe him...”

At this point, Verricolo came too, and Bok Al met him and shouted to him, "Don't come here yet, Uncle Pegg still has a bucket of red worm bait in the house, you bring it along. ”

Finally put the tarpaulin on the boat, and Velikro stuffed a little barrel of red worm bait in the gap between the net and the boat's starboard. And then I sat on top of the tarp, not to mention that there were nets under the tarp, and it was quite comfortable to sit on it.

“Let's sail, it's getting dark.” Bok Al said to Eriksson, who untied the cable at the stern.

Erickson pointed to a long one on the bow of the boat: "Go on, man, help me pull the boat away first. It's a windy day, no rowing. Wait till you get off the pier, Boa. You help me up half a sail. By the way, there's a fish skin lantern on the bow, Claude. You go light it up and hang it on the mast. ”

After a busy journey, the small fishing boat finally left the pier wandering off.

“It's a little windy at night.” Bok Al is now lying on the tarpaulin: “This boat is so shaky, it doesn't always feel very strong, it feels like it's going over the boat...”

“Shut up!” Eriksson's furious: “Fatty, you can't say it better! Can't you say something nice when you just sailed? ”

This is Ericsson's favorite little fishing boat, and it has to be said, especially when he hears Bock-All say he's going over the boat, and even Fatty, Bock-All's most taboo nickname, comes out.

“What, I'm just saying how I feel! There's no curse on your boat. Do you want to fight so badly?” Nor does Bok Al show weakness.

“All right, stop arguing, Boa, you be careful too. After all, this is the first time this fishing boat has sailed today. We have to speak Gilly. Do you understand?” Claude stopped them arguing and asked, "By the way, Ike, which way are we going? ”

“In the northwest, there's a huge reed bush on the lake near the Camida Swamp, lots of water birds, and you'll be practicing your guns in the morning. Besides, we don't have a lot of fishing boats with us, so we can find a good place to get off the net. ”

Erickson looked at the swelling sail: “It's windy at night, and it looks like we'll be there in about two hours. ”

Two hours to go... Claude said do you want to take this opportunity to practice meditation?

So he said, "Well, I'll get some sleep, Boa. You go over there. ”

Bok Al was reluctant to move himself out a little bit: "Claude, what happened to you all this time? I've always seen you go to sleep, sleep in class, nap at noon, and now you're sleeping as a baby..."

Ahhh... yeah, it's not a way to make up for classes like this every day. Someone will always notice something unusual after a long time... Claude wakes up immediately, what should I do? Do you practice meditation less every night and go to bed sooner?

“The class is so boring, I want to sleep. When did I want to sleep in gym class this afternoon?” Claude can only play haha: “Besides, I'm sleeping now. I can help you sleep at night and make you feel better. ”

“Yeah, those literature classes are like flies buzzing around your ears, you don't want to sleep and you want to sleep...” Verricolo said with deep sympathy, he used to fall asleep on the desk in the morning, but now he has an extra good Claude.

Blue and blue are better than blue. Previously, Verricolo used to take classes in the morning only occasionally, and now Claude sleeps almost every morning.

As for Bok Al and Eriksson, they don't sleep, they read idle books or play games, a game of chess, and they can play all morning. School instruction is generally more relaxed for the scum sitting behind the classroom, regardless of what they are doing as long as it does not affect the order of the classroom.

Claude wanted to practice meditation, but suddenly he realized that this was not the time, but he didn't feel any movement in the outside world when he practiced meditation. Otherwise, that night so many people surrounded the big red brick house, pointing below, he would have found it long ago, instead of waiting for himself to wake up after practicing to find himself as a thief...

Although Bok Al around him moved away a little bit, the boat was this big, and there was a pile of fishing nets, and it was normal for something to touch and wipe. But when they practiced on their own, they found themselves unresponsive. Would they choke on their faces and come to first aid or something... just think about it and let Claude get all hairy...

Should I practice meditation? Claude gets into a contradiction and thinks he's really asleep...

No one touched Claude's body, no one gave Claude a first aid or anything, but Claude didn't sleep long enough to wake up full of stars. Berk Al, lying beside him, slept deeply and snored slightly.

Rubbing his face, Claude sat up and found Verricolo at the helm, while Ericsson stood beside him.

“How long have I slept?” Claude asked.

“More than an hour.” Vericulo buzzed the answer.

“How long till we get there? ”

“Soon, see the reed bushes on the shore of the lake? We need to go a little further.” Erickson pointed to the front and said.

In the distance is the outline of the mountain, and the dark jungle beneath the mountain is supposed to be what Ericsson called the reed bush.

Just looking at a short distance is a long way to go for a small fishing boat. About half an hour later, Ericsson put down a lead drop at the stern measuring the depth of the water, and after a while he was satisfied and said, "That's it, that's it. Claude, you wake up Boa, and we'll put the net down, and then we'll put the net in front a little bit, and I think there's going to be a good harvest. ”

Bok Al was a little confused when he was woken up, and if Claude hadn't caught him with his hands in a hurry, he might have actually planted him in the lake. At least this scared him to finally wake up, helped Claude roll the tarpaulin and put both nets in the lake as instructed by Alexon. The two blocks are a little big, eight meters long and ten meters long, but only about three meters wide, and can be placed over three meters deep.

After releasing the net, the small fishing boat moved forward for more than a decade, and it is now time to put the net down. This fence is more than 20 meters long and only 2 meters and 4 feet wide, pulling a long trace on the water.

Finally, the boat was empty, and Ericsson lifted a cabin plate and reached out and took out a few linen towels: "Wash your faces first. ”

Bork Al picked up the towel and stretched it into the cold lake water and threw it dry, wiping his face and asking, "Can we start the barbecue now? I'm hungry. ”

“Hold on for another ten minutes, and we'll see what we can get out of it. Otherwise, there's no place to put things on the boat when we pull the fence, and we'll have to see if we can get some fish for the barbecue...” says Ericsson.

Verricolo was welcome, and he pulled a paper bag out of the lid's compartment: "Let's eat some honey milk bread pads first. ”

A bag of twelve fist-sized bread was swallowed up by four wolves, and Ericsson ordered the net to be pulled aboard.

It takes a lot of effort to get the fence up, not just pull one end on the boat like it does. When pulling the net onto the boat, pull the two ends so that the net forms a circle on the surface of the water, and then pull the net down to the rope beneath the water, which is the closing line. When the rope below tightens the entire perimeter, it becomes a fan so that the fish in the perimeter cannot escape.

It took more than half an hour for the fence to be pulled onto the boat, with only a small harvest, or seventy-eight fish. But there are three or more long tail fishes a foot long, and there's no shortage of fish in the barbecue at night.

The barbecue meeting on board finally began when the fence was put into the water again.