No time to look back, as the summer has passed in the second half. The days are fixed, hot. Warm nights filled with the chirping of cicadas, the rustle of the wind in sleepy foliage if suddenly somewhere in the distance will savorit thunder and flared flashes of lightning. I would like rain, freshness. But hasty storm again will bypass the sleeping town, and everyone will freeze in a sensitive and warm silence.
But potamo still half-asleep, suddenly hear how splitting the sky, hits the roof, furious downpour. And then goes to measuring the clatter, slipping occasionally on the common roll under the pressure of a squally wind. Morning comes unwashed, smelling of piping fresh and damp grass. Starts a new summer day in mid-summer, the second half.
It has long been noticed that many fishermen criticize gluconate” good takes perch. Forest lake Lougher that is located among the pine forests verovatno buzzing in July and early August it was possible to catch the largest bass of which were not even dreamed of at other times of the year. It was at this time went to the Gerlich-flyers experienced the Humpbacks under two pounds and got impaled on hooks perch. They did not have to, but their small counterparts. I tried to stick to the tees of roaches there-shorouk caught on a nearby lake and brought with great caution on Luijer, but pressured these silver fish only perch no heavier than two hundred grams, rarely larger. And that they do not sit on the hooks, but mostly just spoiled bait, stripped the scales and pinning the fish so that it soon moved no more. Change bait for silver sarouk was undertaken with a temporary backlevel big perch, they say, so tender and well marked in a dark peaty water fish just take the largest whale. But those don’t seem to have noticed prowl and shining with bright sides playful sarouk, which, moreover, were much more tenacious than perch.
There was an attempt to catch the humpback and on small silver carp. Especially catching them in a small rural pond to get to the lake. There was a famous bet on the survival of carp. In the heat of summer the bass are baitfish and sometimes the hours are not kept, quickly costinel and whitened. Probably the reason was in the way of mounting the bait. Usually summer imitation fish-flyer I equip the so-called Finnish hooks, however, in the calculation for pike, but perch caught on them, but only large. A hook is a sharp branching off the side, tendrils of piano strings, which is very durable and springy. No hooks, no barbs, and the principle of fishing is that the bait does not cling to neither under nor over the lip and a lead with a hook then passed through the gills and then Finnish the insidious hook is in the mouth of the baitfish. Externally, antennae and appear so. They angle away on both sides of the mouth of the perch towards the tail. Mustache and mustache… Just a mustache special. Grabbing the bait as usual across the pike in a hurry to deploy it head in the throat. Here whiskers-sting prevent. But when the snatch back when the bait is swallowed and the predator goes into the grass, pernicious “Finn” becomes the spacers. Neither there nor here. Never pike will not get away with such a hook. But the cons of it too. The leash, held under the Gill cover live bait, still worried about perch, rubbing gills. And in the heat its service life is very short.
Carp was supposed to be an alternative bait fish, and are able to maintain the glibness in a long time. But they suffered the same fate as sarouk. “Krupnyakov” disgust and turned away, continuing occasionally still miss konicek and crucians quickly used up his small black perch, living under the peat banks. These same Humpbacks, which, according to local fishermen, reach lake three pounds of weight, live here, apparently, on sandy spits or Lud, found among the silty peat bottom. Typically, these sand bars are located near the reeds. And not near the shore. The islets of reeds visible from one side of the lake to the other, but they are all located fifty meters from the coast, somewhere closer, somewhere on. And the depth of the lake trifling – not more than half to two meters. In only one place is found in lake depth of about three meters, just behind one of the islets of reeds.
Despite where the water is shallow, the lake is big in size. In a minimum length of two kilometers and a width of a kilometer. In addition, it does not freeze much. The ice here is even thinner than on the Volga. Apparently, peat alkaline water prevents the formation of thick ice.
And surprisingly, in the shallow Lugere there is a very large pike. I really did not catch here pike more than six pounds, and the eldest son, even if small, caught their first pike of seven pounds three hundred grams. But in pre-war time here, judging by the articles in the Newspapers, caught up to thirty pounds…
It was noticed that the yield of large perch and most successful fishing is usually had on the day of the Navy of Russia, that is at the end of July. I remember, just in these days for a couple of days I got here on the twenty-imitation fish perch, the largest of which weighed two pounds.
Since that time much water has flowed. Collapsed and destroyed a dugout that my dad dug and built on top of a dry mound near the mouth of the river Pools into the lake. In the fall we caught the perch on mormyshka with impaled okunevy eye and collected on moss bogs cranberries. More precisely, cranberries were harvested mother and grandmother. And my father fished and fed women fish and gather cranberries sometimes too. In the dugout and spent the night with the whole family.
Visited, apparently, on the lake and the savages with electric rods, since season one started to get some strange perch with a dry body, obviously broken, some mutants. And the fish almost did not take.
And then the burning lake neighborhood. The word will not enter twice into the same river.
Today we arrived at the lake, but I had to travel through the burned areas. The dull and heavy sight. In place of pine forests – only wasteland, quickly overgrown undergrowth. They say you can now get to the lake, not as before, but you need a car with good traffic, like “UAZ”. Our “Logan” out there to drive. And the forest road is much closer to the city. We didn’t even know about it. Apparently, not so long ago it was made all sorts of SUVs, starting with the aforementioned “UAZ”.
Okay, not the first time. So directly went to the lake. Perch pecked, like old times, right under your feet. You only need to cut off the dry switch, only a length of about five feet, and tie it to the tip line with a small foam float and white lure on the fishing line. And then you go quiet at the low shore, which is black water. It can be seen in the gaps-the gaps among the weave of roots and turf, a thin layer covering the roots, by which lapping lake water. Task – to find a perch Cove, where sometimes is quite a lot of fish. I remember one summer my father and directly under your feet for an hour a bucket of perch caught.
Having found on the Bank of the Creek, with fallen tree, near which love standing perch placed on the jig tails and worms throws close to the trunk of the tree. Bites at first. But it was enough to take the jig along the wood, then white bobber disappeared in the peat water, and it is already visible in the outgoing direction. Do not delay, otherwise it will lead to driftwood. Cutting! And now black perch dancing on the line.
Small perch-bait fish we catch on a worm. And the larger perch I take here only perches on the eyes. On this lake is clearly in fashion the inveterate cannibalism, in different forms, depending on the size of the fish. Unlike summer, early autumn, Indian summer, the season of webs flying, perch on the shore is not caught. He goes to the net stretches thirty meters-one hundred from the coast and absolutely desperately bite on the same lure with okunevy eye. And caught a good perch, grams to two or three hundred. They are not always black. There are even color rather dark orange. These guys seem to have found a place of residence somewhere between sand and silt coast, going there and here.
Caught over two dozen live bait, we omit part of them in a metal cage under a snag near the shore. Here the shade and relatively cold water. Pieces of twelve take the boat in a plastic cane. Now the main thing is to guess the place where it rests or hunts big bass. Half a dozen zherlits we are putting along the shoreline Lily pads. Dry pine stick the pole right at the edge of Lily pads and hang the flyer with fishing line at the tip of a pole with a noose, which a second option to hang the hooks under the ice and in tension only tightened. And removed as well – for a few seconds. Importantly, the bait fish were running next to the grass, but didn’t cling to her and the pole. For this pole is stuck in the mud at an angle of forty-five degrees.
The other five Gerlich put near the small island of reeds, water lilies, too. Here the difference with the obvious sandy shallows where the water was only two feet, on the relative hole half a meter deep.
All… Supply of bait fish is. Under the Bank in the shade. And you can warm up with spinning. Usually in July here, the bass takes on a great white fan. And so it happened: and then at the beginning of the transaction or under the boat sit perch on the white zero “Mepsi”. Took the soul. Possible and on the shore.
In the evening quiet conversations around the campfire, the crackling of smola, the smell of the soup and chunks of delicately cooked perch for a glass of white. And there – check Gerlich. Necessary and zhivtsov update for the night, another good catch right here, not far from the fire. Large bass in July and the night takes, and at the earliest dawn.
Quietly approach the Gerlich. One of them is unwound, the fishing line goes obliquely in water lilies. Take fishing line and elastic feel the aftershocks. This is clearly not a pike. Exactly… bring On the fishing line away from the boat the bass on the pounds. There!.. There is plenty more still lake on a heavy bass. But on the other Gerlich was just an empty grasp. Obviously, taking of small perch. One caught himself barely larger than the bait fish, grams per hundred.
Early morning shoot of the imitation fish. Caught one pound bass and its smaller sibling, the same as the day before. There is no longer Humpbacks more than half a kilo, or like two and a half kilograms of weight, which I got sometime in July. Maybe the time’s not right. Celebration of the sailors yet to come. Suddenly, and come closer to him, sea holiday on our Lake.
