October 9, we went to New Ladoga to fish. On Wednesday, the cars on the track were not crowded. I remembered the bike about the "one hundred and first kilometer" in which we were scared at a time of youth. He persuaded Oleg to slow down and photographed the beginning
and the end of the 101st km.
We arrived in Krenitsy in the second half of October 9th. Placed us for the first time in a hotel. Impressive. The room has two spacious beds, a toilet, a shower and a well-equipped kitchen.
In the kitchen, a refrigerator, an electric stove, an electric kettle and a sink with "mountains and a cold". I had to figure it out for five minutes with an electric stove. Strained intelligence and found out: touch control.
My friend, supported me by taking a glass with me and drove with Oleg to Nemyatovo to catch a bream. I was left alone with a bottle of Crimean Koktebel.
Looking at a bottle of Crimean brandy, I thought a little about the fact that our government retained the Ukrainian name, and did not return the Russian (Glider). Then, while walking around the territory, he found builders installing another cottage. The clients really liked this accommodation and the base is expanding ..
The next day, when I saw the work of the brigade, I remembered a song from the Soviet era:
“For the day exactly on the floor
our city is growing! ”
The team seeks to quickly begin construction under the roof – they are waiting for bad weather. Geese are already flying hundreds of flocks to the south. On the fly, they cry goodbye for half a year to their homeland.
The builders worked until dark, then they invited me to pilaf. I liked the pilaf, I didn’t like the fact that they refused to help me cope with the cognac – I had to puff out one!
In the Novoladozhsky channel waterfowl are not visible – flew away. Magpies hustle along the shores and pick up what was left by the fishermen.
Judging by the fatness, the magpies do not suffer from hunger.
The fish inspectorate banned the motorized exit to Ladoga and the Volkhov, ostensibly so as not to interfere with the spawning of spawning fish. For some reason this does not apply to the fishermen: not only do they rattle no less than the motors of amateur anglers, they also catch everything
contract. They say:
“We surrender whitefish caviar to the fish factory for artificial breeding and then let the fry go free!” Even all kinds of deputies act in the election campaign as benefactors of nature! They will release the fry in the quantity that is derived from one female and without their help, and the “pump” will be “opened up” as if they had accomplished a feat.
I’m not a poacher, and I didn’t appear in Ladoga with a running engine – he was rowing oars. But only on the shallows only a trifle of pike has gathered now: from 700 g to a kilogram. I tried several wobblers: only one company VUOKSA pecked (I don’t know the brand). Wobbler pike
I liked it very much – even seven hundred gram squint took him swallowed!
300 grams perch too
I returned to the base already at the pre-sunset hour. It is difficult to go alone on a boat from the PELLA factory: the nose is bulging up and nothing is visible. Saves the tiller extension. You sit on the middle bank and the boat is well balanced. Speed is getting too
brighter, but it would still be tedious to go if you did not admire the beauties of the autumn forest.
(From the classic) "In scarlet and gold clad woods!" look at dawn like burning gas torches.
there is something to admire.
At the base, my friends were waiting for me. They were pleased with feeder fishing. Kilogram scavengers cheered them up. I thanked my neighbors and gave them perch and pike on the ear.
On the way home, we rejoiced: “It’s good that today is not Sunday, there are few cars!”
. (tagsToTranslate) Autumn on Ladoga (t) with a wobbler on the shallows of Ladoga (t) wobbler from Vuoksa