On the Cheboksary reservoir with a cicada

Pike perch and bersh on the Volga began to be caught quite small. I would have caught perches calmly, but no: my friends became very infected with pike-perch fishing after they caught several fish of 300-400 grams. And very persistently persuaded me to go with them again. This time we drove away from the city, to Sheshkary, where, judging by the news that came through, local fishermen were very good at dragging bersh and marketable pike perch, 1.5-2 kg each. I hadn’t had to catch such people near the city for a long time.

My friends decide to go the beaten path – to fish on large jigs with sprat sprays. Usually this tackle is designed for large fish: the line is used from 0.15 to 0.2 mm, a strong whip and a hard nod are placed. Friends naively catch light balalaikas. Looking ahead, I will say that by the end of the fishing they had only one of their three fishing rods. At the end of the fishing line, they put large jigs, resembling a jig head, with large hooks, and above on a short leash – hook No. 10 according to the domestic classification. The tail of the tulka is put on the lower jig, and the front half of the fish is placed on the upper leash. On the advice of a friend who is more experienced in pike perch fishing, I decide to fish on a cicada. In the end, the advice turned out to be good: other baits, including jig with tulka, pike perch and bersh, were pecked less often, and very small ones came across.

We leave on the fairway. Here fishermen sit in a line and occasionally polish something. While I am trying to understand how to work with a cicada, and trying different options, my friends get who is a bersha, who is a medium-sized goose. All fish are small, no more than 200 grams. I knock the cicada on the bottom, toss it a few centimeters, playing like a simple spoon. The fish does not notice the bait, although I change the fifth hole, and the guys bite for sprat in every second hole. This means that my spoon does not attract fish, and perhaps even scares away. I try to diversify the wiring, I refine myself in different ways – and here is the first bite, so gentle that I hook it, rather, intuitively. It seems there is something. I pull it out, on the cicada hangs a perch of three hundred grams. I shake it off the hook back into the hole. Around the guys, they cheerfully catch the same medium-sized goons and bershes, and numerous neighbors-fishermen are also busy with the same. One gets the impression that there are simply no larger fish here.

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I bet on each cicada twin half a tulka and play this terrible combination near the very bottom. I do infrequent sweeps, endure long pauses and raise the spoon quite quietly, not really believing in success. There are no bites, and I am less and less focused on the nod, and more and more I look towards my friends, who, no, no, they snatch goats and bershees. From the state of scattered contemplation, a sharp jerk, transmitted to the very shoulder, brings me out. Seku with obvious delay and in vain. I check the spinner: the tulle has been pulled off. I plant a new one and rather launch the cicada back into the hole.

Sweep, second, third. Five minutes, ten, fifteen. Apparently he missed his chance. Stepping back a meter to the side, I drill a new hole. Is there any interesting drop or driftwood here – in a word, something that attracts a large pike perch? I had no doubts that it was the large pike perch that pecked. In fact, there is a 40 cm depth difference in the new hole. In general, in this section of the fairway the bottom is flat, like a board, no drops and snags, it’s even strange that only makes such a quantity of pike perch and bershovoy little things stay here. In the new hole, I continue to experiment with the game. On a slow swing, she almost does not play at all, but it is worth making a swing more sharply, and the cicada begins to thresh on the rise into the hand, like a large spinner.

Such a game should attract the attention of a large predator, and the drop is appropriate! And so it happens: after a few minutes I feel a pike perch hit. The caught fish goes tight, and then gets up and does not allow itself to be led into the hole. When this finally succeeds, the second double of the cicada clings to the bottom edge of the hole, giving one last chance to escape. And the one and a half kilogram pike perch used it, leaving the cicada digging into the ice. I wait fifteen minutes for the next bite. The pike perch is a little taut, but clearly lighter than the previous one. Under the hole I let the fish make a circle and gently turn it on, not allowing the cicada, hanging in the corner of its mouth, to catch its free hook on the edge of the hole. My friends come running to look at the “real” fish. In pike perch, it looks two hundred kilo-kilo. In fishing, they are new people – they playfully shove my hole from all sides. Well at least they don’t ask to move the box. However, pike perch does not bite on their jigs, and I have another bite – I took a half-kilogram bersh, which is also quite weighty in comparison with their catch. I share with my friends cicadas, fortunately I bought them with a stock and the most different.

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Friends copy my movements, and soon Denis bites. I see how sharply he floats, I hear the crackling of his fishing rod. He manages to intercept the line and pulls out 800 grams of pike perch – his personal best. The pike perch deeply swallowed a 10 gram cicada, I have to help with the extractor. Pulling the cicada out of its mouth, I am surprised: on both doubles, the bait is planted on a whole tulka! The bait looks terribly bulky, but, as you can see, the zander was not at all embarrassed. The next bite happens to me. As soon as I catch it, it seems to cut the bait. Either the pike was pecking, or the line was completely weakened, now you don’t know. Andrei whips after me and breaks the whip of the balalaika. The fish is tearing the line. I have the last cicada left, so Andrey again switches to the jig. The remaining cicada is quite large, I took it rather for summer fishing and grabbed it just in case.

On the rise, the spoon threshes as if someone is sitting on the hooks. However, there are no more bites, and the guys again go off to catch a change. Apparently, the powerful gatherings scared away the predator completely. I have nothing to lose, and I refill on the same hole until the evening. An hour later, a rather weak bite occurs, but the fish knocks the tulka off both twins at once. Doesn’t bite anymore, and we leave the ice. And yesterday Denis called me and said that he had bought a powerful fishing rod and a couple of cicadas. This means that one fighter of pike perch fines in the Cheboksary reservoir has become less.

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