There is a perception that spinning and fly fishing – two incompatible type of fishing. However, nobody denies that in Russia nearly all fly fishermen, including former anglers. And there are those anglers who are interested in and spinning, and fly fishing. This is me and my friend Hoffmann, with whom we have a week and drove from Volgograd to the city (Tver region). I showed him the don, whitefish, perch, Chub and Shemaiah, and he showed me the upper Volga river, grayling and a great gathering of fly fishermen.
One day on a small river
Our trip began with the river Chir. Before coming to the fly fishermen, we decided to remember everything about fly fishing. All that I read, saw, watched and tried. For this I chose the most convenient section of river, which is only seen in those places. It is a shallow winding channel with a gently sloping right Bank. You can safely deploy the cord in the air and toss the fly under the opposite shore or overhanging bushes. Such places on Chiru a bit. We often have to break through the brush with a spinning rod, folded in half. However, recent rains have done their job. Water in deep pools was muddy. Of course, you could fight to try to catch Chub in the muddy water. It is also interesting, but the plan is the plan.
The catchability of a fly on Chiru I have an artificial grasshopper. This is probably because the other flies I catch very rarely. Smaller flies are attacking the ubiquitous bleak and small golawice. And grasshopper, if properly plyuhnetsya the water is able to provoke even big Chub. Actually, this happened in a short time. My friend with the throw over his head is not very good at it. Let him down the river and himself in “coral” sneakers, knee-deep in water delirium after him, firing all sorts of interesting corners of the river. First Chub noisily attacked the grasshopper and instantly ducked under stretching on for Tina. I already felt the same. After taking off goes in vain my friend runs up to me with a camera?! I go deeper and deeper, down into the grass, and he sits, dear, waiting for help! I carefully parted the grass, released the fish to freedom, but for the photo shoot time is already running low. The fish must be let go while it’s still full of energy.
I bow to the Chub
Then I caught a couple more small Golovlyov that came out from under the thick grass in the shallows, and then caught the beautiful Shemaiah! She’s already brushed aside the eggs and rolls down the river. But still, the harm and glibness that is absolutely not suffers. Just glad its unpredictability and restlessness.
Higher-on-don Serafimovich
We wanted to look big don Chub may ASP. Go on hopper, there is fishing lures. All have done so. The perch in the snags much depended. Caught in the pleasure, very cruel snags “licked” without diligence. Even in this power saving mode consumption of baits jig was solid. I caught on porolone-nezatseplyayki, and Egor on offset worm hooks, with the ripping and the twisters. Several times we experimented with the color of the bait, but soon came to the conclusion that most pecking at something dark.
Peralonso, by the way, I was lucky enough to hold the baleen. Oh yeah, it was som. The bite is absolutely incomprehensible, then fierce resistance, like a dog with his head waving. I dragged it back to the boat, and he is safely under the boat stopped. The typical behavior of the catfish. But the metal leash I will not put. Absolutely not believing that I at least will see I asked a friend to take a camera and have time to photograph any moment of my struggle. And he watched the work form… but not for long.
The second day we fished in the same free manner. Pachouli of perch in the snags, I went and looked at the murky water of the hopper, I caught on crankbaits alloy along the bushes of cattail. All this is interesting, but that’s our thoughts already in the future. We already think we still have time to fish to the aircraft and if so where, how to go there and where it is easier to spend the night. Decided to catch on a jig from shore to the don, on the way to Volgograd. We again early in the morning in the way, consider the map in the Navigator, remember past fishing in those places that flashed outside the window.
Don (above the confluence of the Ilovlya) we were greeted by comfortable beach and angry with Zander bites. Two hours of fishing we saw bites 20, no less. And what bites! Someone take these calls “up”, someone – “give spinning. Only now the implementation has been very weak. We caught only three perch. But constantly showed each other the scars on the lead cargo after another furious bite. We both noticed that most of the bites had on dark colored baits. Two hours near the shore hempen someone noisily chasing fish fry, but the time we did not have. The plane, you know, check, bad roads, traffic jams…
With the lower don to the upper Volga
Cold beer I drank at the airport. After 1.5 hours, Moscow met us with rain. And the next day we already Packed the food into the drawer-fridge and hastily left the capital. Friday, you know, tube. But all went well. Not the first time, but we found the place of the festival and the guys from the site flyfishing.ru. We are back in the embrace of nature. This time the steppe with feather grass and thyme and the pine forest and the Volga, which could be crossed on foot.
The next day Egor and learned what a D-loop, “richest”, air and water anchor. A lot of what I learned, however, to describe all of this makes no sense. All have been written, discussed and posted on the Internet. But live communication, invaluable lessons on the lawn and on the water – it was worth to make such a long and difficult path. I tried to catch a grayling on the nymph, but, apparently, the first need some no practice various casts, and then – the most interesting, the actual fishing. Grayling – not holovlit or jeresek with shad. Yes, and the nymph she is a professional. The guys caught “Kharkov” quite successfully. We caught and released. Pleasure to watch.
View photos taken during our trip, and my head spin. And every time I catch myself thinking – well, we weren’t worried about catching any one fish, or any one method. Change of places, tackle, lures – this is something interesting and unexplained, what is rarely read on the forums, but only he will experience and then carefully stored in my memory.
