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The fisherman had brought beer.
No fish yet.
Just beer.
He appeared inside the Wild symbol with a red-and-white cap, beard, bottle raised in one hand and the expression of a man who had already decided the lake was having an excellent day.
Behind the reels sat green water, a half-sunken vehicle, fishing nets and enough murky underwater scenery to suggest somebody had accidentally built the slot several metres below the boat.
I started normally.
€0.80.
The first spin produced a boat, a toolbox, letters and one of the small green fish.
Nothing useful.
The fisherman did not appear.
Second spin found three boats across a line.
A decent little return.
Then the lake went back to offering tackle boxes and letters.
The fish symbols were stranger.
They came in different sizes.
Tiny fish.
Medium fish.
Larger fish.
Then the enormous golden one, mouth open like it had just been informed it could be worth 1,000 times the bet and was understandably struggling with the news.
The smallest fish looked plausible.
The 1,000x fish looked like something the fisherman would need to explain to the local authorities.
Several ordinary spins passed.
One toolbox line paid.
A frog with a hook in its mouth appeared.
No feature.
No giant catch.
Mostly equipment.
That was when I started looking at the Extra Bet control.
Normally the Wild fisherman belonged to Free Games and Super Free Games.
Extra Bet could bring him into the base game.
There were two levels of enthusiasm available.
I chose the cheaper one.
Twice the normal bet.
Enough to let the fisherman show up.
Not enough to turn every spin into a boat payment.
The cost became €1.60.
The actual paytable still worked from the underlying €0.80 bet.
That immediately created a very specific lakeside arrangement.
I was paying twice as much for the privilege of having a man with a beer potentially appear while all the fish remained priced at normal fishing rates.
First Extra Bet spin.
No fisherman.
Excellent.
More expensive water.
Second.
Wild.
There he was.
Bottle raised.
He substituted into a line and helped produce a small win.
Nothing dramatic.
Still, the principle had been established.
Apparently spending more did not buy better fish.
It bought access to the fisherman.
That felt realistic.
Third Extra Bet spin brought one Bonus Fish but no Wild.
A little value sat underneath it.
The fish disappeared.
No collection.
Somewhere outside the reels, the fisherman presumably continued drinking.
Fourth spin.
Nothing.
Fifth.
Another Wild.
No valuable fish with him.
One small line.
That was starting to become irritatingly authentic.
A fisherman was present.
Fish were present on other occasions.
Getting both together remained the difficult part.
Then I saw the strangest symbol in the paytable actually land.
Frenzy Fish.
Not one fish.
A whole tangled sphere of fish.
Dozens of eyes.
Fins pointing in every direction.
A ball of aquatic confusion large enough to suggest somebody had emptied a net and forgotten gravity existed underwater.
It carried no bonus value.
Zero.
That seemed insulting given the quantity of fish involved.
One tiny Bonus Fish could arrive carrying x2.
This enormous rotating emergency made from twenty fish was worth nothing by itself.
The reason became obvious when the Wild landed with it.
Fisherman.
Beer.
Frenzy Fish.
The reels paused.
The fisherman had finally encountered enough fish to justify putting the bottle down.
Instead, naturally, he kept holding it.
The screen changed.
Nine positions appeared.
Eight outer spaces for fish.
One special position in the centre.
Three attempts.
This was no longer fishing.
This was fish storage with probability.
First attempt.
A Bonus Fish landed.
5x.
Locked.
The attempt counter returned to three.
Good.
One fish.
Five times the normal bet.
Perfectly understandable.
The wheel spun again.
Second attempt.
Another fish.
2x.
Locked.
Counter back to three.
Then the centre lit.
Boost.
The 5x changed.
10x.
The 2x changed too.
4x.
I had caught two fish and neither was the size it had been several seconds earlier.
That was the exact point where Fortune Hook 1000 stopped being a fishing slot.
The fisherman had begun upgrading fish numerically.
There were no bigger fins.
No heavier fish.
No new species.
The same fish simply became more fish mathematically.
10x.
4x.
Fourteen times the bet swimming around inside two pictures.
The next attempt produced nothing.
Counter down to two.
Fine.
The wheel moved again.
A third Bonus Fish landed.
3x.
Locked.
Counter back to three.
Now the catch contained 10x, 4x and 3x.
Seventeen times the normal bet spread across three fish.
That was already enough to make me wonder how the fisherman intended to fit any of this into the boat.
Then the centre position opened again.
Collect.
The 10x fish moved.
The 4x moved.
The 3x moved.
They were consolidated.
One fish remained.
17x.
The others disappeared.
I stared at it.
The fisherman had just taken three fish and combined them into one fish without losing any fish value.
This was not filleting.
This was not putting them in the same bucket.
There was now one fish containing seventeen fish-times.
The lake had discovered compression.
The result looked completely normal.
One fish symbol.
17x.
Nothing visually suggested that it had recently been three separate animals.
Somewhere in the underwater mathematics, three fish had been forced to agree on a single body.
Next attempt.
Another fish landed.
5x.
Locked.
Counter reset.
Now the board contained the impossible 17x fish and a perfectly ordinary 5x fish that had just arrived and had absolutely no idea what had happened to the previous catch.
Twenty-two times the bet.
Then the centre activated again.
Double.
The fisherman appeared in my head immediately.
Of course.
He had spent the feature improving fish.
Then merging fish.
The only logical next step was to double the fish.
The values changed.
The combined 17x became 34x.
The 5x became 10x.
Forty-four times the bet.
Still represented by two fish.
One of them had begun life as three fish.
The other had simply been doubled.
The biology had completely collapsed.
The fisherman remained associated with this entire process while holding a beer.
That felt increasingly significant.
No sober person had approved this system.
The next wheel attempt produced nothing.
Then another nothing.
One attempt left.
At that point another fish would have reset the counter and kept the whole aquatic calculation going.
Nothing landed.
End.
The board counted the catch.
44x.
At an underlying €0.80 bet, that was €35.20.
The session had spent several minutes trying to get the fisherman and the correct fish onto the reels together.
Once it succeeded, he had taken two ordinary Bonus Fish, boosted them, added another fish, compressed three fish into one mathematically denser fish, caught another fish and doubled everything.
€35.20.
That seemed fair compensation for witnessing a violation of fish conservation laws.
I turned Extra Bet off.
Immediately.
The expensive fishing licence had achieved its purpose.
Back to €0.80.
The lake looked calmer.
Same nets.
Same green water.
Same old vehicle sitting underwater.
The fisherman was no longer allowed to wander casually into the base game.
That felt safer.
One of the next spins produced another Bonus Fish.
No Wild.
Nothing happened.
Normally that might have been disappointing.
After watching three fish become one 17x fish, it looked reassuring.
A fish was just a fish again.
Two spins later, a small regular line returned €1.60.
Then several blanks.
One Scatter appeared and travelled toward the collecting net.
No full Free Games trigger followed.
That was fine.
I had absolutely no need to start another fishing system.
The wheel had already been enough.
I gave the lake the rest of the short sequence I had in mind.
Toolbox.
Letters.
Tiny fish.
Boat.
Nothing that required algebra.
Then the fisherman appeared as artwork on the final screen again, bottle in hand, smiling broadly beside the water.
That was where I stopped.
He had begun the session with beer and no fish.
He finished having discovered Boost, Collect and Double as legitimate methods of handling a catch.
The bottle was still open.
That explained more than it should have.
I watched Santa’s Wonderland tease a feature for 45 spins.