. to send the bait to the same point each time.
The three of us stared at the end of our rods in silence for a while. They all looked as if they were thinking, "I'm going to be the first to catch a fish. They are serious. Finally, the time comes.
Muraoka:......!? , came!
Plain:Oops!
Mr. Muraoka's hand instantly tightens to hold the rod. The rod twitches. You can see the fish is resisting desperately in the water. Sweat beads on his forehead. As he raises the rod and stretches it upward, he can see the fish slowly rising to the surface. I scoop up the fish with a tamo net and put down the rod. It takes about 10 minutes to reach this point. Here is the result of my mindless fishing.
Muraoka:I caught it!
Hirano & Nakamura:You caught it!
Plain:On the contrary, the pressure is getting to me (laughs).
Mr. Muraoka looks relieved. . He is a man of few words. . But, in reality, it is hard to express in words at times like this. The fish he caught was a silvery, glistening crucian carp , about 30 centimeters long. Mr. Muraoka took a picture of the fish for his record and released it, looking very happy. I think it's safe to say that the picture turned out great.
After that, Mr. Muraoka caught his second fish, but unfortunately it was a bluegill. With less than 30 minutes remaining before the end of the tournament, Mr. Hirano finally gets a bite! Everyone watched him. The fish was a beautiful Herabuna, also over 30 cm in length. Mr. Hirano looks relieved.
The remaining angler, Mr. Nakamura, felt the bite again and again and persisted until the very end, but unfortunately his time was up after extra innings.
Now, the time is exactly 1:00 p.m. . All the members, who had been working hard both physically and mentally, were hungry. So, on the way home, we stopped at Shinoda Soba Restaurant, a long-established yakisoba specialty restaurant in Kisarazu, as requested by Mr. Hirano. While filling our bellies, let's hear what they had to say about today's meal.
