Chapter 30
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Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 30
"Let's see..." Karlos bit his lip in full concentration while meticulously puncturing the grouper's belly using a sharp needle.
Once he ensured both fish weren't floating upside down, he closed the container. The container's lid had small holes to allow air in, preventing the fish from suffocating while being stored temporarily.
He glanced at his fishing rod, then at the sea that glittered under the bright morning sun. Catching two Leopard Coral Groupers was already a great achievement for Karlos. An incredible stroke of luck most fishermen only dreamed of.
Still, he remained eager to continue fishing. Using a rod was much more enjoyable than setting crab traps every day. Unlike traps, where the catch was mostly predictable, traditional hook fishing offered an exciting sense of unpredictability.
He loved the thrill of catching something big. That rush of adrenaline was addictive.
However, his thoughts returned to the two groupers. If he stayed too long, they might die inside the container, even with the puncture method. It would be smarter to sell them quickly.
Still, Karlos gritted his teeth and decided to take one last chance.
"One more time. Once I'm done catching a fish, I'll leave," Karlos said to himself.
He prepared bait. This time, using a shrimp caught in one of his traps. It was still fresh, squirming slightly. Shrimp and prawns were different, and Karlos usually sold crabs and prawns. Shrimp were more like freebies from the traps. Since he couldn't sell a single shrimp anyway, it made more sense to use it rather than let it go to waste.
He hooked the bait securely so it wouldn't fall off when he cast it into the sea.
He threw the hook as far as he could and waited patiently. He had positioned his boat in deeper waters, where large fish typically lingered beneath the blue depths.
Sitting down, he began whistling a song he'd heard on the radio the day before. His whistle was offbeat, since it was quite hard to whistle accurately. The gentle waves rocked his boat in a rhythmic motion, like a cradle, lulling him into a relaxed state.
A few minutes later, a fish took the bait. But this time, the tug was strong and violent.
"Whoa!"
Karlos was taken aback and gripped the fishing rod tightly. The fish on the other end felt much stronger than the two groupers he'd caught earlier. Maybe it was a big one.
Grinning, Karlos stood to get better control of the rod and shifted his footing to avoid slipping. However, his grin slowly faded into concern as he noticed the fishing rod bending dangerously, a sign that it might snap at any moment. His heart skipped a beat as panic crept in. This fish was far stronger than he had expected.
He hesitated. Should he cut the line or keep reeling it in? With the way the rod was bending, it might snap like a twig. Maya would definitely be furious if the expensive rod she bought broke.
Karlos glanced at the pliers sitting just a few feet away in the boat.
'Let's wait for a while. If this fish is big, I can probably sell it for a thousand pesos.'
Trusting his instincts, he held on and decided to wait for the fish to tire itself out before reeling it in. Inch by inch, he shortened the distance between him and the unseen creature, all while keeping an anxious eye on the rod that was straining under pressure.
Fortunately, after half an hour of struggling and silently praying that the rod wouldn't snap, the fish began to tire.
"You've got to be kidding me! A yellowfin tuna! A huge one at that."
Karlos was stunned when he spotted the signature yellow fin. This was the first time he'd successfully caught a yellowfin tuna. He had encountered one before, but it had broken free after an exhausting tug-of-war.
Thankfully, the rod didn't break this time. The yellowfin was still struggling, but once it was within reach, Karlos used a hook to haul it in, carefully avoiding its thrashing tail. He had most of the essential fishing tools onboard. Though the tuna was heavy, he summoned all his strength for a final pull, lifting the fish into the boat.
Once out of the water, the tuna thrashed wildly, kicking its powerful tail like a raging beast. The boat rocked from the force, and Karlos held on to the edge to stay balanced. He waited patiently for the fish to weaken before making his move.
When the tuna's movements slowed, he quickly bled it. Bleeding was essential for preserving the quality of the meat, especially for valuable fish like yellowfin tuna.
Unlike groupers, which could survive in small containers, yellowfin tuna died once they stopped swimming due to how their gills worked.
Karlos didn't mind the blood splattering inside the boat, he'd have to clean it later anyway. He smiled as he took a better look at the tuna.
"This is big, but sadly, not a premium sushi grade. Still better than having none."
Premium sushi-grade yellowfin tuna were much more expensive and often exported overseas. However, only tuna over 100 kilograms qualified for that classification.
Judging by its size, the tuna Karlos caught was about 70 kilograms at best, still a very impressive catch. He was used to carrying heavy things, and if the tuna had been over 100 kilograms, he would've had a harder time lifting it. Plus, his boat would've sunk about three-fifths if the fish were that heavy.
He was estimating the weight roughly, but he was confident the fish wasn't over 100 kilograms.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he stepped over the tuna to check on the two groupers. He didn't know how long the fight with the tuna had lasted. Relief washed over him when he saw the groupers still alive, slowly swimming in the container.
"Alright, let's sail back," Karlos said with a grin.
Today, his greatest catch was the yellowfin tuna, but his most expensive catch was still the Leopard Coral Grouper.
After all, a kilo of yellowfin tuna only sold for 90 pesos. In contrast, Leopard Coral Grouper fetched at least 1,200 pesos per kilo due to high demand and rarity.
As he began sailing back, Karlos spotted an expensive-looking yacht about a kilometer away. He had seen many yachts before, at least a hundred, since he sometimes visited the pier.
However, this one was different. It was much bigger and clearly more luxurious than the smaller yachts typically docked at the pier.
'Perhaps this yacht is from that beach island further north. I heard that place has a lot of resorts because of the white sand.'
Karlos had never been there before. He simply didn't have the time, and staying on that island was expensive, an unnecessary luxury for a practical man like him.
After some thought, Karlos decided to approach the yacht to try and sell his catch, particularly the groupers and the yellowfin tuna, hoping to strike a good deal with some wealthy tourists.
...
[Thank you for your support.]
"Let's see..." Karlos bit his lip in full concentration while meticulously puncturing the grouper's belly using a sharp needle.
Once he ensured both fish weren't floating upside down, he closed the container. The container's lid had small holes to allow air in, preventing the fish from suffocating while being stored temporarily.
He glanced at his fishing rod, then at the sea that glittered under the bright morning sun. Catching two Leopard Coral Groupers was already a great achievement for Karlos. An incredible stroke of luck most fishermen only dreamed of.
Still, he remained eager to continue fishing. Using a rod was much more enjoyable than setting crab traps every day. Unlike traps, where the catch was mostly predictable, traditional hook fishing offered an exciting sense of unpredictability.
He loved the thrill of catching something big. That rush of adrenaline was addictive.
However, his thoughts returned to the two groupers. If he stayed too long, they might die inside the container, even with the puncture method. It would be smarter to sell them quickly.
Still, Karlos gritted his teeth and decided to take one last chance.
"One more time. Once I'm done catching a fish, I'll leave," Karlos said to himself.
He prepared bait. This time, using a shrimp caught in one of his traps. It was still fresh, squirming slightly. Shrimp and prawns were different, and Karlos usually sold crabs and prawns. Shrimp were more like freebies from the traps. Since he couldn't sell a single shrimp anyway, it made more sense to use it rather than let it go to waste.
He hooked the bait securely so it wouldn't fall off when he cast it into the sea.
He threw the hook as far as he could and waited patiently. He had positioned his boat in deeper waters, where large fish typically lingered beneath the blue depths.
Sitting down, he began whistling a song he'd heard on the radio the day before. His whistle was offbeat, since it was quite hard to whistle accurately. The gentle waves rocked his boat in a rhythmic motion, like a cradle, lulling him into a relaxed state.
A few minutes later, a fish took the bait. But this time, the tug was strong and violent.
"Whoa!"
Karlos was taken aback and gripped the fishing rod tightly. The fish on the other end felt much stronger than the two groupers he'd caught earlier. Maybe it was a big one.
Grinning, Karlos stood to get better control of the rod and shifted his footing to avoid slipping. However, his grin slowly faded into concern as he noticed the fishing rod bending dangerously, a sign that it might snap at any moment. His heart skipped a beat as panic crept in. This fish was far stronger than he had expected.
He hesitated. Should he cut the line or keep reeling it in? With the way the rod was bending, it might snap like a twig. Maya would definitely be furious if the expensive rod she bought broke.
Karlos glanced at the pliers sitting just a few feet away in the boat.
'Let's wait for a while. If this fish is big, I can probably sell it for a thousand pesos.'
Trusting his instincts, he held on and decided to wait for the fish to tire itself out before reeling it in. Inch by inch, he shortened the distance between him and the unseen creature, all while keeping an anxious eye on the rod that was straining under pressure.
Fortunately, after half an hour of struggling and silently praying that the rod wouldn't snap, the fish began to tire.
"You've got to be kidding me! A yellowfin tuna! A huge one at that."
Karlos was stunned when he spotted the signature yellow fin. This was the first time he'd successfully caught a yellowfin tuna. He had encountered one before, but it had broken free after an exhausting tug-of-war.
Thankfully, the rod didn't break this time. The yellowfin was still struggling, but once it was within reach, Karlos used a hook to haul it in, carefully avoiding its thrashing tail. He had most of the essential fishing tools onboard. Though the tuna was heavy, he summoned all his strength for a final pull, lifting the fish into the boat.
Once out of the water, the tuna thrashed wildly, kicking its powerful tail like a raging beast. The boat rocked from the force, and Karlos held on to the edge to stay balanced. He waited patiently for the fish to weaken before making his move.
When the tuna's movements slowed, he quickly bled it. Bleeding was essential for preserving the quality of the meat, especially for valuable fish like yellowfin tuna.
Unlike groupers, which could survive in small containers, yellowfin tuna died once they stopped swimming due to how their gills worked.
Karlos didn't mind the blood splattering inside the boat, he'd have to clean it later anyway. He smiled as he took a better look at the tuna.
"This is big, but sadly, not a premium sushi grade. Still better than having none."
Premium sushi-grade yellowfin tuna were much more expensive and often exported overseas. However, only tuna over 100 kilograms qualified for that classification.
Judging by its size, the tuna Karlos caught was about 70 kilograms at best, still a very impressive catch. He was used to carrying heavy things, and if the tuna had been over 100 kilograms, he would've had a harder time lifting it. Plus, his boat would've sunk about three-fifths if the fish were that heavy.
He was estimating the weight roughly, but he was confident the fish wasn't over 100 kilograms.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he stepped over the tuna to check on the two groupers. He didn't know how long the fight with the tuna had lasted. Relief washed over him when he saw the groupers still alive, slowly swimming in the container.
"Alright, let's sail back," Karlos said with a grin.
Today, his greatest catch was the yellowfin tuna, but his most expensive catch was still the Leopard Coral Grouper.
After all, a kilo of yellowfin tuna only sold for 90 pesos. In contrast, Leopard Coral Grouper fetched at least 1,200 pesos per kilo due to high demand and rarity.
As he began sailing back, Karlos spotted an expensive-looking yacht about a kilometer away. He had seen many yachts before, at least a hundred, since he sometimes visited the pier.
However, this one was different. It was much bigger and clearly more luxurious than the smaller yachts typically docked at the pier.
'Perhaps this yacht is from that beach island further north. I heard that place has a lot of resorts because of the white sand.'
Karlos had never been there before. He simply didn't have the time, and staying on that island was expensive, an unnecessary luxury for a practical man like him.
After some thought, Karlos decided to approach the yacht to try and sell his catch, particularly the groupers and the yellowfin tuna, hoping to strike a good deal with some wealthy tourists.
...
[Thank you for your support.]