What is it? Did not have time to blink, as has most of my summer flying. And because nothing had: neither catfish or bream, and even the carp and ashamed to remember.
Vovan to blame, obviously, but himself, too ashamed. Well, the heat certainly got. What’s the fishing on the frying pan? There are, of course, still early morning, and many use it. In the twilight it’s interesting, but Vova is the twilight hangover. In a time when bad boys go fishing, him to drive.
And the main problem is that much we with Vova unrolled his lips: we, you see, we need diversity. Serge also won sabrefish spring, Berchem in summer Yes no catches and happy. Is chehon – he’s a hundred times at it will go. Over? And what about the Bursch? At the time ripe. Or Thomas with the bream. He’s another fish only on holidays and catches. Goes all summer for bream and not steamed.
And here we want cool to be. We need to be to catch catfish on Kwok and postawski. Pike on the jig, crankbaits and imitation fish. Perch on jig and sprat. The Chub on ultralight. And, of course, fominskikh bream and Seregin sabrefish, too, need to catch. Here we sit two days, choose: “What? Where? When?” And on the third day of the ride, usually not in the direction Serge with Tom.
No, I do not cry, because the catch is not worse than others. But the summer is flying past and not notice us. And then there Ilgiz third year gets. Place it on the Vyatka – tale, not a place. No people, any fish in stock. The bushes and snags. A Bush attached and right in the snags knock, even Malcolm, though a Twister at the bottom, and there you pike perch and pike waiting. And then looked around, and there is a solid boilers. “ASP” to the right, to the left gorbachevym.
And this place for benevolent he went and went, until the furrow is not of propylene. Arrived. Beautiful! But there is a boat and there’s three pieces. These are the times! We have something on the tip was counting on virgin and everything is plowed.
Oh well, fishermen sometimes move agree. Started up and flooded upstream. The sounder rushes from 2 to 4 meters, but we all bushes looking for where to invest. Bushes-that is, but snags under none of them stuffed. Seats 5 has changed, meet no. First, we stokotelny such fishing is not the master, and second, all the time feeling that we are not there. We sometimes dabble in sprat. But on holes 6-7 meters at least and driftwood so there is impenetrable forest. Call Ilgiz and complain that no snags facing you, no depths. Well, a reconnaissance at the same time on signs held. We! And depth he celebrates. Says Zander and 2-3 metres knocks.
In short, anything intelligent said. And imperceptibly to ourselves we decided to engage a normal human jig. Forgot about the bushes, and once away from the shore there was a pit of snags, and with them the fish.
Caught a couple nice pike and decided that the place suits us, but only for the jig and not for knocking. For there robust design and jig head we had up to 40 grams to use. Went the second time, exclusively with jigs. No you tyulek and fry. Only snags and pike with the pike. It should be noted that the extensor hooks on jig heads lot of good! Of the 40-50 dead snags lost 5 pieces of bait, nothing more.
And then found and Ilgizarovna “Snitch”. Came, pointed to the shore and disappeared in the foliage. And then it turned out that he was a Twister obleplivaet all holes in snags and believes this option is very efficient.
Believe, but check again, no time. Another earrings, lucky Earrings, catfish caught, and the other, believe it or not, also Sergei, nagyova Kama pikes and Zanders. Well, where shall we go? Again, I think. But even with Thomas going at least once over the summer bream drive. Chub untouched on the IR grow som new postawski ready…
Tomorrow, probably go somewhere what and why, don’t know yet. For three days. Three days ploughing and nerves. But people go for 3 days or more without goals and objectives. Sitting around the campfire, sing songs. Hungry – catch someone. That is why we can not?
