This weekend I was all thrown. There were no people willing to make a company in search of a chub and there was no pike perch, so I had to once again improvise and change my line up to a mushroom picker. Though I am not an ardent fan of quiet hunting, but if there are a lot of mushrooms, then with pleasure and with almost no less excitement I can switch to mushrooming.
We went with our mother and niece to one familiar place with the boats. As a rule, if the mushrooms have gone, then there they will be 120%. And I almost did not regret. As they say it was possible to mow the scythe. For a couple of hours, we collected all the baskets and went to the source of St.. Cooks patron of the Oryol region clean the body and soul of bad thoughts, and just breathe the fresh air and summer nature.
In the evening, all the same, I managed to break away from Levoy to the okolostritfishing, so to speak, and without a pike perch I did not leave vseravno. There is my weakness.
Good weekend. Sometimes you need a pause and a little time with your family.
All NHPCs and see you later.