Many of us know, but someone else knows probably knows that each fishing trip is a chain of discoveries. Arriving at the pond, we choose the tactics of fishing, select the bait, the fishery study Parking fish, its preference in size, color, depth and nature of the game lures.
Fishing in the mind continuously going analytical work with thousands of questions: “Why is it not biting? To change or catch. And maybe a place to change? Last time here she took it, and today does not want. What is the reason?” And actually, the last time it could be in another season, and more recently this morning. So we have to open the box with the gear and alternately dip in the water its contents, “selecting key” to finicky fish.
So it was this time. Lower Volga, the end of October, excellent warm Sunny weather. Near the site of our camp under the cliff of a huge clay pit with stairs — ideal for catching perch and Bursch. Every morning and evening, we go there. But fishermen’s luck, as you know, lady windy face, you turn around and are ready to fulfill all your whims, and then, as if offended by something, turn away and forget you existed. Fight, fight all day and not one bite not see.
We come ashore at a time and trying to catch something. But there it was. Twisters, vibrohvosta, poranki “Cheburashka” perfectly strikes the bottom, work the steps, but come empty. In the shower laughing over each other, we re-iterate the bait, choosing favorites, the “most-efficient” that last time in this place worked tirelessly. And again in the course are Chartreuse, carrots, oil, glitter, yellow tails, lime green, black with red tails, but the result is stable, i.e. no.
Daily summing up, we naturally sought the cause of such ugliness and came to the conclusion that it is too warm, and the perch began to feed actively. Who was the first to put forward this dubious version, it doesn’t matter, but it is, surprisingly, somehow all staged. Somehow need to break the situation, because not every day to satisfy their passion at the next Erice in the fight against small pike and perch with her palm.
And, pointedly taking a box of hardware, go to this cliff. “Turntables” here does not pull. Even the “Myran” for quickly stand up and drags to the side. Heavy “kastmaster” and “spoons” long plan, but clinging to the bottom, especially over the clay edge. And then I saw the Wobbler-trekhchastny natural color, the size of a little finger, with a little blade located almost perpendicular to the body. “What if it was tied to Cheburashka and tapped them bottom. I caught him on a slight Chub, perch, small pike, it was quite a working.
Cling to him through the winding ring so that the black back is facing up. During the first cast I thought that the two tee it — this too, will salesteams the line in flight. But, surprisingly, Wobbler came on shore in good condition. I even broke it tested, carried from side to side. Pause he confidently lifted the tail up with a slight oscillation from side to side. The perfect kind of sweeping game surface lures on the bottom.
Another cast, after a short posting feel the impact. “Hook?” — flashed through my head. But his hands automatically made the cutting, and the tip of the rod nodded down. Someone there. And here under the water flashed the olive-side perch, and a few minutes after the trophy has been fought on the shore. I ask my friend, who fished nearby, to capture this moment on camera, to show the other members of our fishing company unusual symbiosis of different styles. Let the pike-perch and a small, but a start.
Corrected a little rasogollas hooks and re-send the lure into the water in search of prey. Near the shore again. Something heavy I did not want to climb up. I’ve forced the situation, mindful of the small hooks and allowing the enemy to like. Now, under water side was white perch. He was clearly bigger than the first one. New breakthrough in depth. And on a reverse maneuver when the PREROLL cord he ran into a curb. Several times he dragged a couple of meters of line from the spool, but the reverse PREROLL to go upstairs refused, resting on the curb. The cord had sawed through the clay visor-ledge, and the cargo “Cheburashka” with the lure during the retrieve rested in the stall. Jerking the rod up result did not bring. The situation is a stalemate. And boats there. After another attempt to move the offensive tackle has occurred, the loss of the fish with the bait. That was unfortunate, but nothing can be done — fishing is fishing.
It is a pity that such a Wobbler I have had only one, but now I decided at the first opportunity to work such a symbiosis more thoroughly. And in order to avoid tie-ins with the cast, came up with to remove the tee from the abdomen, and the tail to fix it with heat-shrink tubing in the longitudinal position…
