Strictly speaking, this is not a pit, and extensive shallow ples, with several rather deep pits scattered near the coast. He completes the chain stretches, stretching along a narrow steppe rivers Sinaisky (Sinyavki locally), located not far from the big village of a Handful. He then dives into a narrow canal that runs surrounded by impenetrable thickets of winds and shrubs, found on the road with her younger sister Lusikas and hand in hand with it goes on this often until you merge with the right side with the Hopper.
My friend, peer and constant companion in fishing Volodya lokhmatov repeatedly told what kind of impenetrable, eerie wilds carry it while hunting in the floodplain Sinyavki-Lulani, what are the signs of stay of wild animals – wolves, foxes and elk – he met there and how I got there only with the help of a compass. Then I had to wonder: was this all occurred on the open steppe area of the South-Western part of our region?
Vovkina the pit is preceded by two consecutive deep channels direct. Can’t remember how many years ago the shores of both were available for casting, spinning and the only problem was, coming to him, not to fall between the bumps and the top not to drink the water up high boots. Year after year, the shores of the creeks were overgrown and gradually became impregnable. And how interesting it was, get over the bumps to the water, to contrive to make an accurate throw so that the spinner flew to the opposite shore, and fell to the middle of the ducts. Then hold it on the fairway waiting for the pike grip!
Both banks of the pit was also surrounded by thick bushes. On the left Bank were three approaches that are suitable for casts. The first two at the top of the pit was surrounded by trees with hanging down branches, which is required to make casts with great care not to put them in the spinner and not to punish yourself the fuss of unraveling the “beards”. The third place we had to climb some semblance of trails, protecting an end of a spinning from the collision with the bushes, until I finally achieved access to a small meadow where the trees did not stop to make a casting and to which a portion of the ples had a noticeable depth. Remember how the wolf had long cultivated the hole, and then I’m out of it grabbed a pike one and a half kilos, causing his amazement: “Why am I not taken?”
Right Bank, as well as the left, was covered with bushes, retreating near the bottom of the pit a little deeper, giving the place a little Creek. Going into it in a highly elevated boots, you could throw the spoon in deep and open part of the pit straight ahead and to the right, in the direction flowing out of the holes ducts or directly into the channel. But there was a risk to put the spinner in the tunnel formed by converging towards each other with the branches standing on both banks of the ducts of the trees. To make such transitions without the risk losing their spinners could only experienced spinner. Vovk similar filigree art had quite.
This place was a favorite position Vova where he invariably sought at each visit Sinyavki and how rarely returned without extraction. To get to it in two ways. At first it was necessary to Wade through the dry thicket and trees, stumbling and the risk of damaging the spinning. On the second – the access of water along the edge of the speakers out of it ustilimsk bushes at the bottom of the pit bumps. Walking on them, reeling from side to side under the weight of the fisherman that promised a loss of equilibrium swimming almost to the waist, followed by a long pouring water from his boots, lying on her back and lifting to the sky his feet, squeezing his pants and drying. The advantage was the ability to make on the road a few promising grip of casts in a clean room between an intricate carpet of water lilies.
Over time, I had the experience of moving to the secret place. Had starting, to feel the feet not one but a couple of bumps, firmly connected to each other kind of jumper is so strong that on two of these jumpers could easily stand with both feet and make plays, not afraid to break. To move to the right place should feel like double legs the bumps and go over them. I must admit, sometimes swim, but with time came experience, and was able to safely reach the place.
If the wolf went to his place “water”, it is likely that he used in a similar way. But more often he preferred to go by land.
Remember his story after one fishing in the Bayou when he grabbed the spoon a big pike, powerfully strained and went spinning to draw water radially to the left of him, and then under the bushes of the left Bank threw the spoon and went to great Savkinoj annoyance. Some time later a similar incident occurred at his place and I, the only difference is that pike managed to cut the line above the spinners. About the size of the pike can not judge, remembering that it is always in the view of fisherman descend the largest.
Over time, I noticed that the most probable are the grip when casting spinners in the output from the pit channel. Once when such casting happened the grip, I took a pike to her, and seeing her in the transparent water measurement: the hook of the tee went into the eyes of my victim and killed him, forming a kind of thin “jumper” with the head of the pike. Not without trepidation, I managed to bring the pike to yourself and to pull her hands out of the water. Remember that scene I’m always a little frustrating.
In March 2003, from short heart attack wolf died. Became my closest friend at the shared passion, with whom we had a mutual understanding, just perfectly. In the spring of that year I have my car in Sinyavka with Sasha Brezhnev. Snuck into Vovkinogo favorite place, I saw a lone reed in front of the Creek, near where he loved to stand, and covered me with a quiet sadness, what more with this place to catch him will never…
