Already a third of the summer is over. I still can’t feel the real bite of the chub. Two evenings on one roll. The first evening – rain from drizzle to heavy. Despite the rain, mosquitoes were eating. A lot of biting rudd. One was quite a decent size. In the afternoon, the rift and surroundings are not alive. By evening, the predator stirred. The chub responded well. Then a couple of zander. And after half an hour, the chubs began to be interested in baits. Unfortunately, almost all of the red-feather bites are cautious; they can’t get it done in any way.