Last summer I responded to the invitation on the Internet to go Hiking in Arkhangelsk oblast. The head of the undertaking was Sergey Stepanov. Our team consisted of five men and one girl, Tatyana.
Arriving by train to the glorious city of Arkhangelsk, we loaded the equipment in a pre-ordered car, and right away our motorcade went for a special permit to visit the border zone. There was the final part of the path to an unloading point on the river Caine. On it we had to raft down about 60 kilometers to the confluence of the river Erne. Then You had to climb up the stream to the point from which the Cycling transition is most convenient to go to another water system. Here we had to find the entrance to the river Verhotina and rafting along it to the system Megorsky lakes, where originates the river MEGRA. Alloy for Maigret to the White sea was the last stage dvuhsotletnego route, and then our group was transferred by plane from the coast of the White sea and back to Arkhangelsk.
Alloy at Caine we started at the old bridge. The river greeted us perfectly transparent, as in the aquarium water. Its width throughout of not more than 20-30 meters, the bottom covered by vegetation, stones and pebbles there. According to preliminary information, fish in the river a lot, including grayling, and a very decent size.
Each participant of the alloy selected camping gear and fishing snap according to my own experience. There were some peculiarities in the characters of travellers. So, Dmitry and Andrey was alone in a double kayak, and the remaining two for triple vessel. For belongings that gained a lot, too, provided a place. We brought waterproof bags for products and a change of clothes and individual means of protection from bad weather. Because rafting on the river meant dragging the kayak on the sand and the rubble, a mandatory element of personal equipment were the waders…
The first minute of the alloy was confused and chaotic, all looking for the movement algorithm. After some time has the lead athletes, they fused the drive mattered more than the process of catching fish. The honorary position of guard instructed the two seasoned anglers — me and my partner Victor. On the route we often lagged behind the group in order to go fishing, and then hastily catching up the lost caravan. In late June, the grayling in the river was distributed in fragments. For successful fishing need to find a concentration of actively feeding fish and try to seduce her small spinning lures.
The first formal experience of fishing gave a positive result. In a short period of time I caught six beauties excellent. The smallest grayling weighed at least 300 grams, the rest — about 500-700 grams. A long morning dream team water Wanderers is a disaster. While everyone was sleeping, Victor was doing my morning fishing boardwalk. I remember one wonderful morning. The light of the sun to the bottom punched a shallow river. In unreal clear streams glided imposingly large grayling. Time after time, our fishing-rods with the test from 2 to 12 grams shelled distant and near points. However, it soon became evident that no thin monofilament fishing line section zero eighteen, no fan of the zero and first rooms of the most exquisite colors are not aroused appetite guardsmen flag bearers: grayling were interested only in the flight of insects.
How to make an artificial fly through spinning tackle? Right. For this is the Italian sbirulino, or just bombard. As shown by experiments with hitches and wiring, in a narrow river you can do without the long cast with a cargo float. Nepuganye fish admits to himself very close, confusing urban angler his childish. But we did not punish the noble representatives of the salmon family for their unwitting folly and all that was obtained with such difficulty, was released.
Rafting on the river Caine took three days. Rowing passages alternated with short rest on the shore and happy for hours long-awaited fishing. In order to break out of the schedule of alloy, some days we had to hurry, heavily leaning on the paddles and forgetting about fishing. Well, in the name of ideas sometimes you have to sacrifice something. Keen angler, going to a alloy in a large company has to adjust themselves to the fact that not all the interesting in terms of fishing locations he will be able to sh.
The morning of the third day on the river woke us up with the sounds of rain drops. How wonderfully transformed nature, and partake of heavenly moisture! The final race on the oars at Caine led us straight to the confluence of the river Erne, and there… And there, already at the junction of the waters of the two rivers raged real parusovy boiler. On a small stretch of the river accumulated a lot of fattening grayling. Apparently, the rain and cloudy weather crushed the gnat to the water and brought the fish activity. But most remarkable of all, the fishing fraternity were actively interested not only insects, but also the rotating spinners. Here, truly, so zhor zhor!
Three days of rafting the largest grayling caught me, tugged at 700 grams, much of the rest of the production was put on weight from 300 to 600 grams. These figures are close to the catches in Central Siberia, where grayling grams per 500-600 is considered the most marketable and caught on big turntables third and fourth numbers. Grayling Arkhangelsk region requires much greater sophistication, and our biggest lure was Aglia long No. 2. Then by the will of the river king catch congratulated all those who had sports tackle, and the tackle was not very graceful. A certain climax was polukilogrammovy silk caught by Andrew. This fishing gave cheerfulness to overcome the river Erne where we had to go up against the current.
Bright white is the night, four kayaks river voyagers entered the river Kern. Night is not the best time for exercise, but in order to experience a muscular joy in white night, and you can deviate from certain rules. The rise of the river began at eleven and ended at six in the morning.
The river greeted us with rolling and acceleration of the water with a length of 20-30 meters. Such obstacles were overcome quite vividly in the foot with the kayak in tow. The shallows gave way to deep areas with almost stagnant water, these runs easily pass on the oars. White transparent water of the former river was changed to a reddish-brown from the admixture of humus Erny. Apparently, for this reason has changed and the species composition of the fish. Seven hours of the climb was only caught two small grayling and a decent amount of good bass, which in Kaine did not exist. No wonder they say that the bass is a symbol of change.
The rise of the river was not without surprises. Somehow after the next crossing, where again we had to haul the kayak in tow, I saw around the bend of the river, tempting boner hlybochok. Exploration was sent the large floating Wobbler. And in response to some unknown force stopped in the depth of the bait and a struggle ensued. Seasoned rafters, with bated breath, watching the fight. And suddenly the salmon? From the very similar. After two minutes of struggle, the moment of truth: in the landing net was a big pike. So, literally a few hours fun fishing for grayling dimensional changed okuneye and pike trophies. Pike pulled a 5 kg and 300 grams. At six in the morning we set camp, made Breakfast and put the kayaks to dry. After a day we waited for a two-kilometer Hiking overnight through the forest to the lakes. From samatoa with a load on his shoulders was released Tatiana. She trusted small, but important assignment to guard the base camp, while the male part of the team three times, do not drag equipment to the new camp on the lake. The whole process took us 12 hours. It’s a lot!
The first strike brought a surprising result: it turns out that in this wilderness was a great trail leading from the river to the lake. It was paved long ago: apparently, in Russia we have a lot of fans of poetry and smells of the forest. We can only thank the unknown supporters of a healthy lifestyle.
Only at noon on the banks of the lake grew a new campground. After having dinner and drinking a glass with ustatku, the weakest members of the concession plunged into a Siesta, well, Victor went to the nearest lake to fish. Simple, austere fishing from the shore brought me a couple of good perch. Trout, trout and other salmonids were found, but surprises perches pecking at twisters and spinners.
I think special attention deserves the approach to fishing Victor. I watched his skilled hands spinning with a multiplier became not just an instrument of fishing, and some of the conductor’s wand, with which he charmed the fish and brought her in for the bite. The result of this concert, as a rule, there were a couple decent fish…
Decent sized fish was caught in the right amount and was the basis of the diet of tourists.
Slowly the lake fell calm evening, and with it came peace. We slowly ate dinner around the campfire on the lake shore, and the next morning again took up the oars to overcome the blockages of the river Vergotini. As said captain John silver, “mining wealth has been squandered, money wasted, and again in the sea in their shirts”.
The entrance from the lake into the river reminded me of footage from the musical Comedy “Aibolit-66”. Everything around was so green. Lush tropical greenery, the blazing forest, the jungle, under the feet swayed the same thick green slurry blossom water. It started immediately and the debris from trees, piled on top of each other across the river. Something was wrong here!
When we probed with a chainsaw once the tree trunk, we were not thinking about fishing, some kind of configuration of the river and speed of flow, we just wanted as quickly as possible through this segment. Of course, we come to mind thoughts about normal heroes always go to bypass, and theoretically it could be done by cutting away the rotten corner of the river around the land. But… the Entire first day of rafting on Verhotina was dedicated to communication with a saw and an axe, even to eat properly it once. Ate dry rations right on the water, in the kayak, not going to the Bank, and only late in the evening pitched camp at a nice river.
The first half of the next day was no different from the previous day. Again, blockages, saw, axe, water on the knee and Packed Lunches. But in such situations, Dr. Feelgood was to say: “It is good that while we are bad”.Signal the beginning of a better life were two excellent grayling caught me and Andrew. And when we only managed to Excel in the confusion of Affairs? Imperceptibly the banks of the river widened, the water became cooler and lighter. It was the work of the cold keys and streams. On the river came the rifts, acceleration, fewer blockages. But those obstacles, what else came in the way, was not so serious to pass.
In the middle reaches of the river Verhotina — alternating deeper areas with slow flow and rapid shallow rapids. The sound of bubbling stream could be heard from afar and set up Fisher for a meeting with grayling and other salmonids. However, quiet parts of the river not less tempting, it is quite possible to meet a nice river pike. We could not reach representatives of a noble family, but suddenly, in the nature of something has changed, and the perch began to fall along with the grayling. And once over the river the clouds thickened, perch from the shallows as the wind blew, and went out to hunt big grayling. Under the rain drippings on the turntable sat the last medium-sized pike, and then began the feast are included in the rage grayling…
