Seven years ago, we worked with Nikolaevna in the same Department in the same office. Worked, worked, and retired in June. Because the salary we were regularly detained. And for this reason, rather with joy than with grief, and almost not having the means to rest, moved into the area of lake Seliger. Savages, of course.
Opened then one internal forest lakes, from the old name of Coregos – a marshy forest, I mean. Like nothing, but remember that trip so vividly, which is always impromptu. Every year in early summer, we remembered her kind word. Seven years have passed, and we once again gathered there, so to speak, of “places of military glory”. Fortunately, our government gifted us the unexpected four day weekend.
Uploaded my combat steel horse all sorts of fishing tackle, took to guard the faithful shepherd Rex and pushed forward by a known route, to the North, in the provincial towns and villages. Ah, the road… Just something about four hundred miles, and left at seven in the morning, and went nine hours due to bad, broken roads.
It’s good in a few years to come back and see old friends: on the road pine tree with a triple trunk, forest lake with marshy name, this great canal, which stretches from the lake. It is still that first trip we stayed caught on zhareha, and soup and fish salad. Don’t know why, but such a triple pine – three stems from one root, there is not only not uncommon, and occur at every step.
How nice to put up a tent, knowing that ahead of a vacation in three days. Especially that third member of the crew carefully watching that the rest of his favorite mistresses was full and safe. And as you can see the spring for the second time this spring? And we did it. In our region, the greens gave the sheet a couple of weeks ago. And here it is only allowed! And we can again enjoy the tender lettuce color has not really bloomed foliage.
But as soon as rods outfitted all count, went missing for three days.
The first evening was very warm. About 25 degrees. Though bathed. But the ice came down here a couple of days ago. The water is crystal clear and cold. And the fish went. Not very large, but it was! We catch not in the lake, namely in the channel. As then, seven years ago. Only then will all of the gear we had fishing line, a couple of floats and hooks gruselle. And the rods we, as in early childhood, done, cut young towering mountain ash trunks.
As I remember, we went ashore with these homemade fishing rods, and there is the fisherman of the local boarding house. All equipped, with spinning, with the coil expensive. We stood at a little distance, threw our “sticks” and by “once and again” were thrust from the ducts of the roach, the bream. The guy looked askance at first, then looked, then went in to meet. He did not bite. In the end, declared our victory, we were treated to a delicious brandy with chocolate and gave all their hearts. And more fishing did not go. Laughed, I remember, a long time – all hunting uncle killed. But every night we had a salad of fish fillets with onion and mayonnaise.
And now we are caught on the float from the shore, just like the guy. Not on a homemade fishing rod. But Water, it seems, fell in love with. So the result was pleasing. The same skimmers, usterki, smelt. Small, true, but pecked regularly until dark. We even have competitions among themselves invented. Who is more. Won the friendship and the rapidly advancing twilight. The next day it became much colder, the temperature dropped ten degrees. In the morning went to the next village, admire the views of the lake Seliger. Indescribable beauty of the Russian countryside…
On the way back we turned on adjacent to our lake, lake of Sermenok. Seven years ago it was a forest lake, where there were tourists and fishermen fished. Now hang solid plate, stating that the lake now belongs to private land, all paid Parking.
We returned to our Coregos, while he was still just a forest that is accessible to all nature lovers a place of rest and fishing. Where and continued our competition in fishing. However, the fish is now worse than the bite, but we are not stopped. Again and fished until dark. And again for dinner was fish salad fish of the backrest. And continued fishing even in the morning when relatives called from home, wondering whether we went back or not. Yeah, I left, only the rods will smote… the Result: two evenings and one morning of fishing – two kilograms of catch on each output! In our area many do not catch…
