He walked up to the camera with a serious expression and said, "The test is over, and the results are very clear. My scent bomb didn't attract fish; it detonated this entire area! Underneath lies an incredibly dense fish hotspot!"
"A temporary dining hall composed of Arctic Red Spot Salmon and Lake Trout, any individual fishing attempt now is too inefficient for the size of the fish school underwater at the moment."
"The gamble is definitely won, and now, it's time to claim all my rewards and haul in the net!"
Having said that, he hesitated no longer and walked out of the ice fishing lodge.
The sky outside, no longer the pale color of early dawn, approached late afternoon, displaying the bright and pale hues unique to high-latitude winters.
The sun hung low on the southern horizon, its slanting light making the snow glare but losing the warmth of noon.
The wind and snow had subsided slightly compared to the morning, yet remained biting cold.
