Finally, the long-awaited bite, albeit so small. For a month and a half, I did not pick up spinning, and indeed any gear. And the weather let us down this summer, rain, wind and cold, as well as work and many things.
And the other day, I managed to drive the striped one with the slogan “Catch-let go” for half an hour. Although I came across a sporty size, I was already glad to just feel the bite. Well, something like this .
So the next day there was a little time to visit the rivulet. They wanted one, but since there was not much time, we drove to the other what is closer.
The weather is grace, a little breeze, the birds are singing.
They did a lot of casting, but in response there was silence. I even began to doubt that there were not even perches here. There were several bursts of predator, and that’s all. Neither a jig, nor iron, nor wobblers were taken by a predator. The water is quiet and smooth, apparently the fish did not feed and did not chase the fry.
But all the same, they caught 4 perches, two me and two husband. Their bites were very lively. Well, at least something. A boost of vigor received, rested.