Raw wind, smelling of the North, the monotone of the rain on the roof, sweep across the sky scraps of gray and ragged clouds. It seems that all the autumn came unexpectedly and forever.
The morning will open and washed clean by rain the sky is still blue with the cold in the bottomless height, and there, at noon, again it will be summer with hot days and warm nights. Like the change of summer weather, and summer fishing is changeable and varied.
Perch and turntables
It’s time the most diverse fishing, choose on taste. Today I decided to see what the appetite of perch on our city reservoir. With Gerlich nothing happens: it is necessary to store in advance zhivtsov-crucians, and a trifle to catch in place – waste time as there is it time. Only morning I have. I will try rotating blestki. And will not go fishing – no problem. Far is not necessary to go: fishing at a distance of several blocks from the house.
The river bathed in soft sunlight. Behind the buzzing cars on the bridge, and in the open reservoir quietly melted small fish in the green water, seagulls circling, all the while cursing shrilly, a slight fog lying at the shoreline in the shade. Here and start… just along this Bank there is a strip of grass from the egg capsules and hornwort.
Put the first small “turntables”-mapsy. R-a-AZ! Blazenka flew along the grass and plopped down thirty meters from the boat. A slight pause, and the bait went along the coastline, almost pulling the fishing line resistance torque of the petal. Light touch, stop, gravity, and the line has moved slightly to the side. Bite! Perch are small but strong and fierce. Go to start. Maybe larger take…
But time and again, take a standard fish with your hand. Put the white “chopper” No. 4. Some empty transactions and then something stopped the bait hard and elastic. Yeah, large took! Bringing fish to the boat and confidently whisper to myself, “My will now, don’t go…”. So I wonder… How many times were convinced of the saying: do not say Ho until… fish went under the boat and the line went slack. Threesome small or for another reason come down the pike or large perch threw the snag is unclear, but there was only resentment against someone and grey melancholy. After a large fish bites.
What they neither threw a variety of lures, good bites is no longer seen. Okay, I’ll try the sedges on the other side.
Here, around the corner, the whole coast was densely overgrown with high and dense sedge, and along the coast stretches a strip of pods. Start with a steep turn. Several casts yielded nothing, and I’m moving on, quietly pushing the oars from the warm mirror of water. Casting, wiring, bite! Bubbled the water in the shallows, and soon the boat splashed perch larger. Then another one caught. And then came a complete lull. The sun is high and the reservoir has dropped the summer heat. But I have to go, besides your ear is, and what else does a fisherman from the city rivers?..
Bellevie and bream fish.
Bolshaya Kokshaga already shoaled. Most recently, she was a deep and rapid. But now catchability before the pits are increasingly becoming just the darkening slopes with sandy beaches. Coming here in the morning, manage to catch a few bream, carp-“poikilocytes”, roach, but with water increasingly difficult to look for fishing holes.
This time I came here in the evening. Time for fishing was gone, and I decided immediately to prepare for the night: put up a tent, cooked the “ear” of corned beef and young potatoes, and brewed strong tea. Admired the night scenery, and went to bed. And thought it was: Oh, tomorrow, from early dawn to fish, and then catch in the morning and go home. Things to do, fishing, little time this time.
Get up at three in the morning. Dawn. River in the fog, crawling with wet lowlands and spruce groves. Somewhere already splashing fish. Then I woke up. Time for me to tackle cooking.
A few donok scored from the sandy beach on the difference in depth, closer to the opposite steep Bank. Feeder put on a hole at my Bank. Here and adjusted the float rod. For now weak, and here at Stingray in depth, the river was turned back, walking slow circles. If you load another bullet-another, and float to catch. But the focus, of course, paid to tackle “long-range”, bottom. Are there any large fish…
The hooks of the bottom gear I have planted the seeds of barley, corn, maggots. The nozzle-bait for this time. A hook with a float rod I decided to string the aquatic dung worm: so, to verify, perch offended. And a lot of time not paid for this gear. More from the donkey to the ground rod went and looked to have not eaten a trifle nozzle to approach the big fish.
Meanwhile, the day was hot, and bites “majors” and was not. Several times trembled, the tip of the feeder, with jingle bells donok, but hook sat only a small plotnicki. And where are the bream, where carp to a pound a kilo?..
Once the bypass checked the bottom waiting for a big fish, the corner of his eye noticed that the float rod is on the water. Yeah, something’s wrong… For almost no means to put the float at the toe should not.
Run to the rod and see that the float lifted and went in depth. Sweeps!.. On the fishing line rests not something major, but pretty energetic and shining in the water column silver sides. Ah, so it’s a bream! Not often it takes as CONV-white-eye. The place is not exactly deeper would be necessary. But fish already in hand. Though not trophy size, but it is quite sturdy and hefty bream. Sorry that happened to come to my place. Here more roach bites Yes skimmers look.
Threw the bait again, only slightly adjusting worm. Not enough I weight in gold. And better that time takes usually on maggots. But barely a hook with a worm on the bottom left, after a short pause float again fell to the side, slightly sailed, and, rising vertically, inclined went under the water.
On the hook was again bream, just the same. Now I did not leave with a float rod. And for good reason. Bream was taken confidently and quite often. Apparently, it was a pack. And there and home it was time to get ready. But the trip was not wasted…
Carp and Rotana
On this pond I have visited more than once. But more and more in order to catch carp for bait fish and, if possible, zhareha. The first has been more common because of small crucian carp bite at this pond sometimes incessantly, but with larger always been more difficult: the them the North wind didn’t like that the weather is too hot, then too cold, in a word, capricious here carp. But especially interfere with Rotana, voracious, numerous, and most importantly – the petty to the obscene. Their persistence is also probably not allowed to catch a big carp that just don’t have time to come and take the nozzle. Hordes Rotanov-swallow rushed to the worm and tore it apart like piranhas. Helped a replacement worm bread or barley. But the carp took on both. The worms liked it more.
I have long come to this pond because of the above disadvantages of the dammed river and because there was need bait fish. But at last gathered, determined to catch before zhivcova fishing crucians.
The village and the pond were covered in a thick fog, which he could barely see the roofs of the houses. On the water lay a thick haze this fog. Champed in the sedge carp, something bubbling in the reeds. Apparently, the muskrat was podrezala roots and fumbled in the coastal mud. Screaming roosters and chickens excitedly talking, discussing something heatedly market women. These rustic sounds somehow wasn’t a sound, and once naturally woven into the sounds of the beginning provincial in the morning.
Take out the rod, drop the bait for crucian strip of coastal grass. Soon there and the floats rocked and then froze the water on the mirror, veiled with mist. Well… These quiet dawns is something for which the fishermen are preparing a week of fishing, looking forward to moments of oneness with Nature, away from everyday squabbles and problems.
And here’s the first bite. Probably a carp? But the float is not on the crucian immediately dived under the water. Here’s a childish and lazy carp. Something painfully frisky steel. Strike, but instead of glitter silver sides see something grey, consisting, it seems, from one mouth and tail… yeah, rotan – tormentor anglers. But this was not a bad size. These would be pecked, you see, it would be possible to weld the ear. And even bloat. Large Rotana as perches, a good cooked hot-smoked. Will split into two halves and then peel the skin strong flavored meat.
Took off the hook fish left in the tank. This through the mesh cage does not slip. For a small pond quite a decent fish. Meanwhile, the float again plunged into the depths. The bite is the same, confident and greedy. Rotan again on the hook. The same size as the first. Something has changed there in the warm water. Carp took a rare, but instead, as if the change came from somewhere in Romania pack.
Never happened to me that day to catch bait. Have not heard any small crucian, suitable for fixing on the tee imitation fish. Took occasionally medium-sized carp and eagerly grabbed the worm Rotana quite the commodity, so to speak, of size and type.
