Rich in snow and blizzards have always been considered Feb. But this year his arrival in January rather piled up large drifts. Snowstorms and enough with the angry winds and ice. And here is the beginning of February. Yesterday came the rain, rustling on the roof and getting off on the beat of the wind. Today the wind is already buzzing, shaking the branches and bending the trees standing along the street. “Not be late for fishing – calm yourself. Still no weather”. But it’s the only way, my conscience is clear. Really annoying. Was going late night fishing, and rise – four. It would be better not go to sleep, still remained a dream for three hours. Pressed, apparently, in the morning asleep on the button of the cell phone-alarm – and sleeping…
Going “nochevoy” on the flood zone. Two days were at my disposal. Got and bait fish to catch, and the dugout to prepare for the night, fortunately now a lot of fire wood is not required for the night – heat. But now I only have a day and a half to catch, even less. Already gathered and the plans do not want to change, if only to correct… Have the ability to check near the place on Malaya Kokshaga above the city, where they once at the first ice with difficulty, but found the fish. But then, in pergolide, there was a problem with the bait. As extinct river under the thin transparent ice. And, if you recall, happens a lot on small rivers at the first ice. Apparently, the predator is cracking down, albeit small, and the fish frightened the little thing gets into some salamini and underwater Chapurniki, where pike and perch not to obtain. At that time the bait I brought the city’s reservoir, where, on the contrary, tantrums pike in pergolide.
Day 1
Today I want to check the hole-lure, found in the fall, with boats, and at the first ice gave me a fish, though not the first time. But live bait with me this time no, only if the catch of small roach-Soroki in place. Okoneski doesn’t count. For some reason naughty on Kokshaga pike: perch takes only in the beginning of the season, and then will have enough “white” fish.
Of bait I crank. The worm was recently found his wife in the depths of the fridge and immediately banished with the cry: Oh, worms! The maggots then huddled on the street, but soon froze, although the extreme lifestyle. Need your fridge to start, especially for bait and groundbait.
As the bait took with him a fishing the clay is universal. You need to check. Look it at first glance attractive, modelnogo red color, viscous. Without feeders to lure in shallow water. According to manufacturers, despite the viscosity, is well blurred and active. But it is by words, and how really we will see.
So, I’m on the river. The wind shakes the trunks of fir-trees and maples. From time to time from the sky falling wet snow. Ice – water under the crust. Not quite comfortable conditions for fishing. And when all is well? Nothing… Usually settle in the land of ice, natuerliche holes, put the thermos, turn on the receiver-squeak, and you see things differently. Especially good in the tent to catch. It quickly formed the comfort of home. But today hiding from the wind under the steep Bank.
Come on, clay, work it… Rolled the balls from this clay, mixed with millet porridge, and bread crumbs. A bit of corn flour added to the bait better “filled the air with dust”. Don’t quite trust the sellers and their claims that, say, the clay itself, being washed away on the jet starts to scatter around an active particle of bait. Check…
The depth of about two meters and a half. Mormyshka tungsten silver barely over. Go clay and without an opening at a bottom of the trough. Throw some balls, get a spoon and move on, yet without fishing. Let him approach, a stranger, lured to the holes, if found. Basically the hole the whirlwind on the left Bank, near the bushes at the same depth. But make a few holes near the right Bank. This pit about five meters deep. The place is promising. Also lure balls, but in the hole further upstream. Here it is, the current is noticeably stronger. It would probably then use the bird feeder.
Sit with a fishing rod on the first hole, which was drilled in the beginning. On a smooth lowering the lure to the bottom a nod shuddered and arched up. Yeah! Anyone interested in the bait. The chip shot! On the hook – roach! Just zhivcova. Then another, followed by several bites, which were a few roaches. On the brush of a few butterflies took and are quite large for a small river Bursch-roach, then another. Then take stopped. Decide to check the hole near the right Bank. There the separation of the jig from the bottom nod desperately jerked, and I too do sweeps, podborany such a vigorous bite. The reason this seemed promising. But was sitting on the hook ruff bristling in all directions spines… As it turned out, in the pit just ruffs and dwelt, however, were more fish, but it’s tomorrow… In the tone of the proverb – bites yesterday and tomorrow… in the meantime, I returned to the left Bank and continue to work around the drilled hole, where occasionally, podmazannye clay (what a laugh!), pecking the smaller roaches.
Though not a time for fishing on imitation fish, but a few pieces put in the right Bank, on the pit and on its border-the edge, where the depth of three and a half meters. Once the box was up on a tripod. But the progress coils are not followed. It remained unclear, it was the grip or the wind snatched the box from the coil.
With twilight, going home, leave the heels zherlits on the ice, putting zhivtsov – ruffs and the roaches on the bottom. But the new factory gear do not dare to leave to fate. Liked its simplicity, ease of operation and visibility of the flag from afar. Here though sparsely populated, but near the city. Someone might wander in. Another will pass or will pass through the channel on the ski, and not touch, and to another it is necessary to go to the gear, to pick them up or ruin. Put your homemade product. But not concerned about the check boxes, as for day fishing, and just overwhelm a scaffold for the coil and put a rack with a spool on a stand, leaving about two meters of free line on the ice. Then tackle pelted with snow. The box, of course, excluded from this scheme. If they would take it, the fish will take these two meters of free fishing line and sections should be noted with the hook. Leave more – and is likely then to dig the hook out of snags, as it was once Marketone – location on a Large Kokshaga, when the burbot was pulled into an underwater jungle almost all of our gear. If there’s burbot? Here it is necessary to check…
The remaining bait fish are Packed in a bottle-poltorashku lemonade, speckled with melted holes in it and fitted with a lid – cut off the top part of the bottle, which was mounted flush mounts. All this construction was going great through the hole with a diameter of 100 mm, and the bait fish can live in that cage for a few days, however, if there were not like sprats in a tin can. In crowded to overflowing the bottle they were killed even in running water.
Day 2
Get up in the morning “train” as in the army. Without any pretensions to sleep. The yard is dark, well, I still have the thermos to fill, to make sandwiches. Take this time plastic sled-scrapers. Though near to the place of fishing, but with a sledge behind more fun to go than a backpack on their backs or carry a box over his shoulder. For some reason always typed of equipment, though, and near the fishing…
Here and turn the river with “my” pit is seen in the predawn darkness, filled with raw smell of the thaw. And then the silhouette hurried chanterelles emerged in the snow. Have they, though near the city. And come ashore, in the field, it is, and will scare the hare, hare. Another will be on Dubki and looks at you, right, and then frozen in place, not breathing. Don’t believe your oblique stillness and blows across the field, only clubs snow dust will mount up…
Digging out of the snow with their tackles. Two of them sit nalichii. Medium-sized, but most importantly, they are here, it appears. I’ll have to try to catch them here before spawning, in December. Then the largest fish usually sit on the hook and take more often. Although on the Volga expanses and in February, burbot over two pounds are not uncommon. But there they are harder to find.
Take out the fishes from ice-Kahn-charge. All living and vigorous. Only one roach was recognize probably due to the small size. Besides was obviously crushed fingers when caught. Scales peeled off in places.
The darkness still exhibit all nine zherlits. They just fit in the pit on the right Bank. Ruffs remove and put only sarouk. The only rockfish burbot to taste. Pike takes on them, when there are no other fish in the area.
The first grasp of a predator happened at nine in the morning. The box is gently turned over the tackle, in the pit, and then the coil lurched forward, stopping and turning slightly, as if in thought. So she turned, not yet cracked the ice in the Slough. This sharp sound and the fish started. Immediately went in depth because the coil is spun rapidly and without stopping. Now it’s time…
Approach the tackle and after a brief fight with the fish dumped on the snow the place on kilos. The initiative is! And immediately went to the box on the edge of the pit. There caught a pike a bit bigger.
Managed this time near fishing. Three pike up to noon and a couple burbot is a good fish for a small river.
