What will the wind answer us?

I again halved the weekend and spent it before workout in training. The temperature dropped, the sun disappeared behind the clouds. It would seem a comatose perch should stir a little, but a terrible wind rose, tearing the fishing rod out of his hands and pulling a huge arc out of the cord. It seems that nature itself subtly hints: "Go home, there is nothing to do!" What are the milligrams? A bait of less than 4 grams was simply pulled to the shore. I got seven bites of which I sold one. The only bright spot – I saved the scavenger. Hooked a ragged grabber, on one of the hooks of which a living scoundrel was sitting. Moreover, the gear was already blackened and rusted, and the fish was still alive. how many

did she sit there?

As I already understood from the previous days: after such training, you need an antidepressant in the form of fishing on the home river. In addition, one of the coasts on the windward side is here and will die. That's where the perch is a dime a dozen, so on Vezloma. The size of the little finger, but the bite is a real gap. As a bonus, there were two perches. Then, from satiety with minimalism, I decided to switch to 2 "silicone. The trifle was cut off and I managed to catch several bigger okushenki and shurenk. The result of enlargement suited me. The stress was removed, I can prepare for the work week …

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Amanda K. Benson

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