The pond is typical for our area. There used to be a ravine here, a pereplyuyka river flowed, the river was blocked off, water was accumulated, a weir was installed, and a pond turned out. The spillway, however, broke, but God bless him. We launched a crucian carp, sorogu, perch, and minnows and top-melts somehow appeared on their own. There are countless such ponds in our area. Until a certain moment, I considered such reservoirs not very interesting from the point of view of fishing, but in view of the recent events on the Volga, I had to reconsider my attitude. The course of the depths on the pond is quite predictable: the coast is shallow, then there is a sharp drop – in the ravines you can imagine what the edge is – and in the middle is the deepest place. Grass, snags – to taste. After the Volga, of course, getting into such a micro-reservoir, you begin to feel like a Gulliver. Everything can be checked in a few hours. And considering that ten people were caught at once on the pond, then, one might say, it was a bit crowded.
I somehow instinctively cling to the coastal zone under the steep coast. The sun is hot right now, the water should flow down this already solidly “bald” slope under the ice, and the fish should gather here. However, the blades of the drill run into the ground. It’s a shame, but okay, at least they weren’t dull. I am storming a meter from this place. This time I guessed right – the knives do not rest on anything. But the jig takes three meters of fishing line with it! Here is the dump here. I put a miniature pellet with a hook-throat, not really hoping for a big fish: in such places it rarely comes across. I plant two moths and nod diligently. Wiring, two, three. I put it on the bottom. Wiring again, I tear off the jig from the bottom, and then – jerk! Got a sports perch.
So I change several holes, catching a maximum of one perch from each. Not painfully exciting fishing, but since such an opportunity on the Volga came out, then it is a joy. Two comrades are fishing with me who know this pond thoroughly. In summer, of course, the main fish here is crucian carp, but in winter it is most interesting to catch roach, which is a lot in the pond and it reaches a solid size. Hearing that there are crucian carp and roach, I immediately light up and storm new holes with great enthusiasm. I haven’t caught a crucian carp from the ice for a hundred years, it would be interesting, but the guys cool my ardor: carp is not caught from the ice here – only in open water. But here is the roach – even very much. Roach interests me less, especially since in such bodies of water it is rarely of impressive size, and on average it is caught from a bay leaf.
So we fish near the coast of the okushka, and I don’t hope for more. But Dima, a local fisherman, really does not sit still. In about half an hour, he ran around the entire pond and calmed down over the hole exactly in the middle, where the maximum depth is. You can’t hide anything on such a small reservoir, and soon I go up to Dima to ask who he just pulled out. It turned out to be a full-fledged roach per hundred and fifty grams. Now this is more interesting than perch! I am storming a little further from Dima, but at the same level. I don’t bite, and Dima is constantly whipping and cursing – apparently, because of empty bites. He catches on a stand, and the roach now and then throws his jig up, but immediately throws it. I look at my hole from afar: and I have a nod right at my side! While he ran, he sank down. So, everything is clear: the roach is inactive, does not respond to the game, so all the power is in the stand.
They pulled the bloodworms off the hook, I put new ones on and, after playing a little, put the little shot on the bottom, all in anticipation of the takeoff of the nod. However, there are no more bites, and I change the place. I’m storming again at the same level where Dima is sitting. I nod and put it on the bottom. There were no bites for about ten minutes, and I already began to think about changing the place, as the nod, as if freed from the weight of the jig, bent upward. While I jerked to the rod, he sank. One bloodworm was stolen. I planted a fresh one and waited. The nod went up again, I hooked – and past: the hook only lightly touched the lips. For the sake of experiment, I tied a leash with a swivel hook above the jig. Such a leash is very helpful with a gentle bite of white fish. However, until the end of the day, bites on him did not happen, all the roach wanted to bite exclusively from the bottom.
The nibble, I confess, was very weak. The path sucked the jig into its mouth and, feeling its weight, immediately threw it. Such a bite often happens in January-February, at the deadliest time, but to bite like that in April is a form of mockery! I had to go to meet her. I immediately tied the jig, found the lightest, the smallest one that could ever be! And I caught one roach, but there were still a lot of unrealized bites. In my box with jigs there was a small “goat” – a jig with two hooks, originally intended for no-hook fishing. I tried to use it for its intended purpose, but the track did not react at all to the game.
Then I planted a bloodworm on each hook of the jig. The bloodworms pierced 3-4 mm from the head and introduced the sting up to it. The remaining 6-7 mm of the larva’s bodies simply dangled and played seductively during the posting. When the jig lay at the bottom, the bloodworm, one must think, stirred no less seductively. The logic behind using the goat was simple: a double hook had to find something to catch on better than a single hook. And in fact, there are more serifs. Now, after every second bite after the hook, I felt a living weight on the line. Of course, not all of the roachs were brought to the ice, some fell off while playing, but an interesting fact: all (!) Pulled out lanes were puffed up by the chin or under the jaw.
It got me thinking. I saw the picture as follows. The path approached the jig, sucked it in, but, feeling the weight, immediately threw it away. The jig was at the moment when the jig had already fallen out of the mouth of the fish, and since there were two hooks oriented upward on the jig, they hooked the fish from below under the jaw when jigging. I really liked my hypothesis, and I was proud that I managed to find an approach to the local roach, which turned out to be so capricious.
And it is also worth noting one long-standing observation, which once again found confirmation on this fishing trip. All bites fell on a rather narrow strip, and this strip clearly repeated the line of the coast bend. That is, all more or less active fish stood in a narrow zone at the same depth. Step to the left, step to the right – zero bites. It would seem that the difference in depths is five centimeters, there are no other obvious differences, but the fish strictly adhered to this particular band.
However, this does not mean at all that the next day it will bite in the same zone. And it is not at all necessary that it will be caught from the bottom and grimace when striking. It is quite possible that the roach will stand half-water and actively attack the jig when playing for the descent or will suddenly go under the shore, where there is no particular depth, or maybe it will completely fall into apathy, so that during the day no one bites on the pond will not see. Here is such an interesting creature – pond roach. The fish is completely unpredictable and therefore terribly interesting from the point of view of fishing.