In the fall of 2014 we brought in the Khabarovsk region because of conduction in the capital of the future winter world championship on hockey. When over all meetings of the visiting Committee of the State Duma of Russia on sports and youth policy, when it was inspected all the sports facilities, I’m happy for myself, realized there was still two full weekends to be outdoors.
Our local friends immediately developed a storm of activity, quickly deciding on Friday evening to travel by bus to the area of the Anyuy river, where is situated the hunting-fishing base. Charges were short-lived. All who have kept things warmer, expressed a desire to join the autumn far Eastern taiga. Even women of the Committee and they were not afraid to go.
On the street clearly felt the frost of the night, when our team poured out of the bus at some village on the banks of rivers. We walked quickly to the house where Vladislav Tretiak something already loudly admired, and I assumed it was something tasty. No one went, because the owner with the mistress covered a magnificent table in the gazebo, which stood on the edge of the plot.
It was immediately clear that the local taiga generously home owners — Paul and Tatiana, who invited me to the table where already seated guests. As a latecomer, I had to drain the box, infused with some local root and it’s very fragrant. Appetite was played serious.
The basis of the table were fish. There was Goldilocks, and harusawa ear, and pan-fried trout with potatoes, and berry pies. Eyes ran, I’ve always wanted to try. But, mindful of the boundaries of the stomach, I tried to try a little of everything. Infusions not only help digestion, but quickly unleashed the language, so after half an hour we had fun fairy stories about hunting, fishing and everything else. Vladislav Aleksandrovich always and everywhere, been the soul of the company. To his credit, his stories captivate the audience out of the ranks and classes, and natural sense of humor gives the story a special flavor.
When we got to pound minnows and pike with eyes the size of a saucer, all I remembered about the bath that the owners promised at the beginning of the feast. Immediately the order was given to build rows, grouped by gender and go to the bath. The women went first, and men have the opportunity to get the stuff out of the bus, ready for tomorrow and decide who and where will spend the night.
Given that the table was not only an ear, we decided not to overdo it, but simply to pay tribute to taiga tradition to bathe before hunting and fishing. Couples was amazing, the taiga smells. Paul did not disclose all the secrets, but from the enumeration of the ingredients of the welding, Lily on the rocks, and dizzy.
The master bath has told us that in the Anyuy mass comes chum salmon, but it takes almost no trolling, except that accidentally clings, trying to ward off the bait from the spawning hole, taking her for a minnow or even some annoying fish that eat the eggs. But Goldilocks, according to forecasts of Paul, took the spoon, and incidentally was caught grayling, however, the Jumbo was not found. On the table stood rezanka from Lenka, once again confirming the words of the master, and each with another spoonful of this food sent to the mouth, we grew confident that tomorrow we’ll get lucky.
I love fresh saguday from Lenka with onions and sunflower oil, but I advise you to disinfect this dish is something to sorokogradusnuyu and be sure to eat fish caught far away from human habitation, preferably in cold weather, not summer. Delicious saguday prepared from Baikal omul, but that’s another story.
Waking up at seven in the morning, my friend and colleague in the Committee on sports and youth policy, the world champion in table tennis among invalids Sergei Anatolievich Poddubny spent a lot of time on loading and securing wheelchairs in the boat. When he found out about fishing, he said he was coming with us in spite of any difficulties. We must pay tribute to the courage of this man.
Started the engines, warmed them up and slowly moved upstream. The motors in these places, water-jet, as the water on the Anyuy, like all Siberian rivers, is only in the spring and fall after rains, and in summer, in the heat, as they say local, its and chicken Wade pass. In fact, the river on which is a village, not a Anuy, but only tributary. On the opposite Bank there is a reserve, which is home to Amur tigers, and very serious guard…
Water slowly bubbled under the nose of the boat, and couldn’t even drown out the engine. The quaint river winds through the autumn woods, raskrashennoy in all colors that are so rich in the autumn season. When the boat was near aquatic vegetation on the surface would pop out the myriads of the fry, from which I concluded that the local predator issues with food not in principle. We were told that the chum is already in the spawning pits and we will have an incredible sight. We were talking about the sea trout, photographs of which were thickly hung walls Orinoko house and gazebo. Yura promised that necessarily brings us to night fishing on the “mouse”. Everyone knows that trout willingly responds to the bait at night, and the stories of our hospitable host, here were a very decent size predators.
We came closer to our destination. Along the way came across the dead fish have already spawned. The river here was not more than thirty meters, therefore, the transaction was short-lived, and the fish my jig wasn’t interested. Having made half a dozen casts, I moved upstream, trying to find pits and swirls of water jets, which usually inhabit all river predators. Satisfied exclamation from below as marked for someone’s success, but to find out the result was not the time and desire. I have long learned to rejoice in the successes of others, but the fishing more than once caught myself thinking that quite envious of the lucky guy who caught the fish before me. We often on this occasion can sometimes be an unspoken competition, with prizes for everybody, because there is always someone who will catch the first fish, and someone very small, but someone will bite with a weighty trophy.
In the Anyuy there is good grayling, though that day is only one such a handsome man with a hankering for trolling one of our company. This is a really beautiful fish, with amazing dorsal fin, excellent taste. Most of all I like when this fish served up in a salted form. It’s something!
On the next cast I felt a light poke in the spinner, but the fish did not continue to attack, and maybe got stuck on the hooks and, recognizing deception, retired. A couple of casts and I decided to go to the boat, as we needed a little more to swim upstream. Went back and quickly flew about a kilometer. The sun shone brightly, though not warmed. Apparently, in the evening expected a good frost. This, of course, is not happy, because to throw the fishing line through the icy night icy ring spinning is not wanted. We came to a rapids and on the banks of the water were falling from the tree. Yuri stopped the boat and dropped us off. The second boat was unloaded at the opposite Bank. Looking into the water, I was dumbfounded. To roll hither and thither scurrying fish, stumbling into a pack, raspadas in all directions. It was chum salmon. Us she is not particularly scared, just went about their business. Yura said trolling chum salmon takes as it spawn, can only by chance be hooked, driving the spoon from the nest. Somewhere, down in the shallows, had to be Lena and grayling, their we had to catch.
Grayling and Lena love to feast on fresh caviar, flushed from the spawning pits, thereby nagoeva weight and getting a decent taste. Local know their evil passions and regularly, lifting eggs on the hook, choose the most voracious and careless individuals.
We only had spinners, and I took the chopper of silver color, behind the roll. Literally on the third wiring line someone noticeably jerked and pulled to the side. Just tightening the clutch spinning reel, I began to draw out his as-yet-unseen opponent. It turned out to Goldilocks, green, black spotted, very beautiful. Pulling it on the gravel, I took a deep breath. Doesn’t happen often to experience such feelings. For many kilometers around only taiga, I’m on the banks of a beautiful river, far from the noise of the city and bustle — anything can happen in life less and less. Work, you know!
Literally sixty feet from me, downstream, fished Tretiak. Bearing in mind how zealous he is about strangers fishing success, I ahead of time asked his assistant to stay in another boat. The fact that one day in Yakutia, he was able to sh in the Tretiak. We still remember with humor the case, and Vladislav are not averse to remind Maxim about him. Soon I heard the solemn cry. Is Vladislav orribile and trolling, contrary to expectations, sat it chum. Take pictures with Belle, he let her go in peace to spawn on. In this roll I managed to catch four more Lenkov. They were all dimensional, no more than a kilogram.
Noticing that on the opposite Bank, the river washed away the shore, and a couple of fallen trees have created something like a natural ambush, I decided to quit my trolling there. The bite was immediate, and the next Goldilocks went in the tank. After a dozen meters ahead, I saw some spawning of Cetin and decided to videotape them. Quietly entered the water and slowly approached them. For me the fish did not react, only one sailed away. Video removing a foot from my boot, I decided to see how Katy responds to trolling. Pinwheel poked in the face near me fish, and she even did not attempt to shift it. Not wanting to disrupt the process of reproduction, I moved to one of the tributaries that emptied into the chute. There was suspiciously quiet.
Behind was heard the cries of victory of Vladislav Alexandrovich, that he would tease Maxim (so it is, by the way, and out). In the inflow, to which I wandered, the water flowed very slowly, especially in the place where sticking a sunken stump. This gave the pit where there could be fish. Naturally, my first casting, I was sent right to this very hemp. Giving the spoon a little deep inside, I started to pull up. Immediately followed by a powerful pull on the other end of the line stirred something heavy.
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I did not force events, but remembering Lenk, confidently pulled up the line to yourself, not giving slack. Goldilocks (and it was him again) tried desperately to hold on to the depth, along the way trying to get the fishing line over a tree stump, but still ended up on the sand and danced a jig that is a pleasure to watch. Taking a couple of photos with the river tiger, I went to our boat to demonstrate the catch and at the same time to learn about the progress of my friends. It turned out that Tretiak Poddubny and all the fish went perfectly, so we don’t have to wrestle, at least today.
Yuri already butchered a couple Lenkov, and on the box were four wine glasses for a successful fishing. Under fresh fish with soy sauce and black bread it was just what we needed, and, knocking at one, we zasobiralis back, especially somewhere on the bend already cooked ear of freshly caught fish.
On the next turn of the river the delightful smell of smoky fish gave to understand that we had time. The ear was so good that many wanted to taste her again. Soon already and kopciuszka, and everyone got delicious Helen, this tanned, smelling the smoke of the forest fire and alder. After such a dinner nothing but rest, had not occurred, and we are removing a Parking lot, slowly made her way back to the road admire the local views.
Upon arrival in the village, I realized that we have time to sleep. Yuri suggested to wait for the evening to decide about night fishing on the “mouse”. About two o’clock he woke me up. Noting that the weather is good, he went to ship the gear. Our boat was glistening with frost in the light of the flashlight, breath vapor was — then the temperature dropped below zero. By the way, in addition to flat-bottomed boats on the Anyuy demand boats of PVC, only with an inflatable bottom, as sediment decreases the water craft, and easier to take shallow.
On the river it was pitch dark, so we had to illuminate our path with the flashlight. However, the jury so well knew the river without difficulty in the dark passed all the rocks and shoals. Finally we arrived at the fishing spot. After the roar of the engine, the ears were ringing from the silence engulfed us. A month was long gone, and had to navigate by the light of numerous stars covering the sky. Started throwing the tackle. Yura someone took the bait. Medium in size, Goldilocks! Making casts of thirty, I realized that the coil and ring spinning completely iced over and continue fishing makes no sense. The same thing happened to Yuri. After some discussion, we decided to return to base. In the morning we had a seven hour flight to Moscow.
Time passed, but each of us still remembers that unexpectedly trip to the Anyuy, hoping to go back there. Maybe next time you’re lucky to come across giant river trout and more time to enjoy the beauty of wild untouched nature, from which we voluntarily abandoned in favor of his business and responsibilities.
Before the meeting, Anyuy!
