In recent times it is not always possible to bring a pike or two from the Volga. Obviously, a bit Cheboksary sea fish. This is the fate of all reservoirs of the Volga cascade. And, it happens that only the local river Malaya Kokshaga, which in the city was turned into a small reservoir, brings a good production, furnishing the Volga on all “hundred”. There is in this reservoir and pike, and bream, and large perch, but fish with attitude: meticulous-fastidious and capricious, like all citizens…
Usually the first ice is always open here. Heels and pike are often caught by imitation fish before lunch. But the fish are small, usually one kilo and a half, rarely two pounds. So take a drill with a light — “hundred” two-handed. Such diameter hole is enough for local pike and other fish. And the ice cuts like butter. Don’t need to sweat like with the former once I have the screws 180 mm. But then on the Volga without such a drill could not catch a pike or bream.
On gudgeon
Imitation fish my homemade products, and have factory. Stand both easily cover the hole, even with the stock. And square coasters homemade 190х190 mm and the diameter of the circular supports are 190 mm So the hole does not freeze if snow cover. But from what is bad at the city reservoir, so it is with live bait. Bass still it is possible to grub up, but the pike takes only pervalidus. In winter and spring — only a roach. And the roaches here its weight in gold, as already mentioned, the cranky, red-eyed…
The roaches caught on another small reservoir in the suburbs. Besides them we have several Pescarolo in a channel that connects the reservoir to the river. They, too, put in Kan. There are bleak, which is also caught in a channel on maggots, but as this weak bait fish, although I, and to the Volga river took bleaks alive, and then only on them and catching walleye.
Morning meet at the reservoir, below the cable bridge. A dozen zherlits already wary aleyut flags. Six sorajak of roaches and four peskarik on tees, frisky, evil prowling to and fro even on a scaffold can be seen, when the imitation fish put up.
At nine o’clock — the first ascent. And once you understand — will not fit through the fish in the hole. Rested even on the hook. What to do? Neither there nor here… to Drill the next hole, so the jumper is off there is nothing, the ice pick didn’t take, sort of unnecessarily. Only one thing… Pike, most likely, hooked the hook on the side. Because of this, and ran, apparently, to the lower edge of the hole. Risky, sure, but dropping it from the hook and perarasu for the jaw exactly in the center. And on the ice even Small Kokshaga now come out with the same drill, but only — for 150 mm…
Sorokina fossa
Roach did not take. So that there is roach, though, Bursch would hand pleased, and all the ruffs teasing bloodworms Yes evil bass beat to nod, obviously, not the humpback, jucovy. But today I have no zherlits. Want to walk on familiar ground, look for “Belle”, maybe larger perch. I have tried today to catch the iconic places along the bed of a flooded Rutki, but there seemed to be extinct all living things. Apparently, scarce fish these places have Fried the hill, do not compare with fishing immediately after filling the reservoir bed of the Volga water. Pound perch and roach were regular fish, as pike pounds heavier and was getting tackles. Was…Now there is only the ruff bug-eyed stares, Yes the tail was saluting… Okay, go on. Catching roach is open to question.
Now and crow island. Try to catch on depth and current. Ahead of Cheboksary sea. The opposite shore is not visible, but not so much because of the distance, looking at the snowy sky, which blotted out the shore. But Kuzma-Kozmodemyansk still evident. Turning black through the white shroud on the right Bank. Kuzma closer than coast downstream, becoming in turn kozmodemyansky and the beach is a wide Bay, with which, perhaps, the very sea begins.
Yeah… Someone bends a nod. The sweeps!.. And here ruffs. Even with five-meter depth, on the Volga flow, get the same slimy tadpole, consisting entirely of thorns. Yes, apparently, still blanking time effect. Spring is here on the flock to get bream, roach-sarogi, even the IDE, it happens, to hold on to eight hundred grams. It also happened in a bright spring morning. Clearly, if you live here on the island in the dugout, as did it before, three or four days, a week, you will find, of course, catchability place. And at once, unceremoniously, only by accident. And fishing equipment for fishing in the fairway you have to specially prepare.
So… On the Volga for tonight too modest: a few ruffs, a pair of roaches with palm, gustera and bream. Well, the time is afternoon. It’s time to shore move. I have on the way one of the coveted space beneath the coast of the island that is in front of the Volga. In the Creek were caught once and pikes. And once got on a major soroku. It was that evening, just before twilight, when we were going to go to the dugout to cook overnight. Drilled a hole just under the shore of the island… and suddenly fell in a hole depth of four feet. Some furrow was near the island. And then there was a shoal across the entire width of the ducts is not deeper than two meters. And just for regulated HPPs, was to stay in a channel, and then is turned in the opposite direction… Apparently, closed the gates of the dam. And then, on the change of tide, I caught five big pounds of Soroki.
Here is the place. Yes, there’s a tree on the shore, burned by lightning, apparently. A stump similar to a seated man, seen on the mound.
Drilled a couple of holes, spiked winter bait, dropped the jig tungsten, and simply — “the bullet”, only heavy. On the next fishing rod — silver jig. Yes, I was not mistaken, the same four feet and a little deeper in the next hole.
That first bite!.. Matter. Bursch peck, as then, a fun and smartly. But there was those fish-sarojin to a pound of weight. Is it that time again to wait for night and turn the tide… but that’s tomorrow — work, chores. Not relevant at the present time, the principle still carefree years: if the work interferes with fishing — drop job!.. Well, today I was able to unburden himself on his sorokinoy hole. Couple of kilos of roach managed to grub up for an hour. Though the fish are not very large.
Pike close by
I remember one of the fishing trips in the Cheboksary reservoir, in the town, the tongue-twisting, Pengedar. Went with my son and roommate for perch. My neighbor got there the day before to a pack and a rather large perch. Well, I thought this time to catch up to okunika pound of weight. As you know to make God laugh, we should tell him your plans… on this day the fish were eating poorly and took a small bass with the palm, rarely more. Caught, true, “sandals”, but each one or two. And have to go home now. Well, we long to meet is not necessary. Threw the boxes into the Car and drove across the ice to shore. And the snow is wet and deep. Our car is still creeping on the low, but the “field” in the neighborhood, looking, pulling and pushing the snow in front of him, sometimes stopping. It’s below “UAZ”. But the Bank somehow went. There arose to smoke, they and we, talked. It turned out that they flew ball. We promised to take them on a trailer to the nearest village where they were going to look for a blacksmith or someone who will help repair. In the conversation mentioned the fishermen that came from the Kirov region, almost from the Kirov. It that turns out, with polysi kilometers’d done men for a handful of perch.
– So you are near Vyatka. Large, clean and fish. Why was it here all this way to go?
– So after you know how us fishermen poofy, sweeter fish in the distance — laughing Kirov.
That’s for sure. So we arranged. Well, now about near fishing. So close, in the city reservoir is dug, dug by the dredger in place of the previously meandering channel of the river a Small Kokshaga. The depth of eight to ten meters, a lot of pike, bream and other fish, however, capricious.
But does not pull in near the place. I want to go away, although it would be good from the good look?.. But today I go to their places for the reservoir. Only one day I have free. Not going anywhere.
Live bait caught the day before in another place. The reservoir had not caught roach from the ice. Now carry the bait fish a in Cana.
Eight o’clock is already a dozen zherlits. Close to nine o’clock began the hoists of flags, but grasps empty. I guess it takes a medium-sized pike. Rips live bait or just wasted attempt on bait. Accidents do happen out there. Rearrange the tackles too late. Only to make noise unnecessarily. And I decide to change tees for twins. Now in stock ready leads with twins. Summer tires on them were strung. The forend is long, and I grab the bait with a thin elastic band. Good double fish along the calf. When the pike grabs the bait, there is no interference to her, not nakalyaetsya and throws the bait. And the doubles are quite large, № 2/0. If a pike took it firmly and went, spinning reel, then hook back not let go.
And so it was. Until one day caught a three pound pike. Will zhareha. The main thing at hand caught a pike, without leaving anywhere. Although, of course, takes sometimes sweet longing when I think of the Volga expanses. But nothing, in front of the spring. Take a trip…
