The creek was much livelier at night than during the day. Although he didn't see any fish, there were many small shrimp, each about as thick as a bean sprout.
Lin Chen had originally wanted to try catching them, but before his hand even touched the water, the alert little critters vanished with a SWOOSH.
"Looks like shrimp are off the menu for now. I'll weave a fish trap and leave it here later. I refuse to believe I won't be able to catch you then."
He squatted by the creek and submerged the bottom of his bamboo basket, letting the clear water thoroughly soak the wild vegetables inside.
He swirled the contents gently but quickly with his hand a few times, then lifted the basket and let the dirty water drain out through the gaps in the bamboo weave.
As he held the basket steady, the beam from his Hat Lamp naturally fell on the opposite bank of the creek.
Behind a few unremarkable tree trunks, a tree with long, shuttle-shaped leaves caught his attention.
