The Great Saint Lucia Wetland Park is a large area, with 240,000 hectares. The terrain under its jurisdiction is very complex. It is not just grassland, but also continuous mountains. At an altitude, it is between sea level and 474 meters above sea level.

But the main body is still dominated by flat grasslands, after all, it is a wetland swamp. If the terrain is too undulating, then wetlands cannot be formed.

The resort town is very good, there is a dirt road driving from the town, which is very flat.

Mason told Yang Shubao that the terrain of the lake is better to the north, and to the south, it is full of rainfall, so there are rivers and small ponds everywhere. This is also the reason why paper mills and timber factories choose to plant trees in the area south of the lake.

There are many birds and animals in the wetland park. When motorcycles drive over, they see many birds taking off and falling, including tits, skylarks, rock trunks, black-topped warblers, green woodpeckers, cranes, bald ibises, hummingbirds and various parrots. There are so many people who know them or not.

There are not many animals inside, but they have encountered a leopard from afar. This is a very strong big cat, and its combat power is not comparable to cheetahs.

Yang Shubao was a little unstable: "Richard, is this place suitable for fishing? Why do I feel that there are a lot of wild animals here? We don't look like we are here to fish, we are here to deliver takeout to them."

Unfortunately, he stood behind the motorcycle like a takeaway box.

At this time, the motorcycle passed by a forest, and several baboons with black chests were frightened and rushed from the ground to the trees.

Uncle Yang noticed their eyes, which were a little cruel.

Mason said: "Don't worry, the road we are taking is a security path. Large animals and carnivores have been driven away. As long as you follow this road, it will be safe. This is the viewing road in the park."

Indeed, they encountered several jeeps on the road, and steel strips were welded on the windows like iron cans. This was a viewing car.

But canned iron is not stable here. Some big cats, such as leopards and lions, can open cans.

Lake Saint Lucia is vast and it is no problem to say it is a small sea. When he was brought over by the Tree of Life on the first day, he looked south and saw the water light. At that time, he thought it was the sea, but in fact it was Lake Saint Lucia.

Not all lakes can be fished in any place. The park has selected several areas as public leisure areas. These areas are protected by solid wooden fences, and there are security guards with live ammunition patrols to prevent wild animals from rushing in and raging.

When hungry, lions, hyenas, leopards and even hippos will pose a huge threat to human safety.

Mason drove to the nearest fishing area, and there were two cars parked on the shore, one was a Wrangler and the other was a Wrangler. The reason I introduced it separately was because one was an old car and the other was older.

There is a wooden plank road on the shore that extends into the lake. There are fishing spots on both sides of the plank road. This requires renting. One fishing spot is one hundred rand, and the stay time is unlimited.

Mason had already bought the fishing ticket in advance, and after they showed it to the security guard, they walked onto the wooden plank road.

When Yang Shubao came to the lake for the first time, he was very novel about everything. He did not fish directly, but started strolling on it first.

There are many water birds on the lake, and several large white birds fly against the lake surface. Sometimes, suddenly one suddenly pierces, and when it comes up, it often has a fish in its mouth.

Yang Shubao walked to the end of the plank road, where a middle-aged black man swung his own pole. Mason saw him and came up and said hello: "Ha, Barnes, it's a coincidence to meet here today."

The black man was cold-tempered, and he nodded in response and did not speak.

Mason was enthusiastic and even overly enthusiastic, and he said to himself: "The pears you sent me last time are really good, and do you have any plans to kill cattle on your ranch recently? I need some beef tendon meat. Oh, right, I forgot to introduce to you, Barnes is Yang, your neighbor. Yang, this is Barnes-Caracalaka, and the farm nearest is his."

Barnes turned his head in surprise and looked at Yang Shubao and asked, "Neighbor? Have you bought the land in the reserve?"

Uncle Yang said: "Yes, I'm glad to know you."

But Barnes just shook his head and didn't say anything. He turned around and continued to stare at the fishing rod.

Yang Shubao was too lazy to pay attention to him. A few days ago, he and the construction workers came to the door to shelter from the rain. The man clearly saw them but didn't even leave the door, so he threw them outside in the wind and rain. At that time, he decided not to interact with the neighbor.

He pulled Mason and wanted to leave. Mason was stupid and enthusiastic, and was introducing each other to each other: "Yang is from China, has a very high education and is a master's degree..."

Hearing this, Barnes stood up and asked, "Are you Chinese?"

Uncle Yang nodded indifferently: "Yes."

Barnes's stern face immediately looked good. He gave a thumbs up and said, "Do you know Tu Youyou? Tu Youyou NO.1!"

As a relevant person in the biological industry, Yang Shubao certainly knew Mr. Tu Youyou. The artemisinin she discovered saved countless lives in Africa, but due to political reasons, there were not many propaganda, and not many people knew about her. She should have had a Buddha in thousands of families in Africa.

Barnes's words made Lao Yang feel less disgusted with him, but he still didn't like this person very much, so he pulled Mason, who was chattering and preparing to fish.

There are no polluting factories around Lake Saint Lucia, and no fishermen fish here, so the lake has abundant fishing resources, including tilapia, catfish, bass, grass carp, silver carp and fierce giant dog cabbage.

Maisen was quite good at fishing. He first sprinkled bread crumbs into the river to attract fish to get close to the fishing spot, and then set up the bait.

Judging from the skills of floating bait fishing, Yang Shubao is not as good as this level. He hung up a bait and threw it down the hook and waited.

The sun is a bit burning, and fishing is not a good choice at this time. Of course, it is not very hot. The climate in the swamp park is particularly good. The summer is warm and humid, and the winter is mild and dry. The annual average temperature is about 20 degrees Celsius.

In addition, the scenery in the lake area is really beautiful, which can distract some of the attention, so it is not boring. As long as you can withstand the heat wave, it is quite enjoyable.

There is a hippopotamus, one of the five African tyrants by the lake. This animal is a pure monster. When they climb ashore from the water, their size and momentum are like small tanks.

Seeing that he was interested in hippos, Mason smiled and said, "Hippos are nothing good. There are white rhinos here. If you want, I can take you to see them, but I can only see them from a distance. I can't - ha, I'm taking the bait!"

He quickly closed the line, and a tilapia the size of a palm was struggling.

The tilapia was delicious when grilled, and Mason collected it with satisfaction.

After a while, Mason quickly put away the fishing line again, and he caught a fat tilapia again.

Later, he won consecutive victories and harvested more than ten fish in less than half an hour. He caught six tilapia alone, which was amazing.

And what about Yang Shubao’s side? He didn’t even catch a single fish poop!

Lao Yang is not a strong person, but zero harvest is too embarrassing. You should know that his fishing spot was rented by Maisen for help, and he had to eat grilled fish together at night. If he didn't get it, what would it be? A bastard?

After considering that he thought it was because there were too few fish on his side, he waved his hand and used a magic trick.
Chapter completed!