Sometimes, or even, I would say, quite often I have a desire to break out among the working days on the water, and catch a pair of toothed predators. Stretch out. So to say, breathe in the fresh Volga air and just get distracted. The blessing is always in the reserve there are a couple of places where you can see some good bites in three or four hours of fishing in high probability. True, this year is an exception and you have to sweat quite a lot to find a fish. Low water on the Volga dictates its own rules and you have to adapt to them.
Recently, before the beginning of the “rainy season” which literally delays the city from day to day, I went to the banks of the Volga behind the pike. There were thoughts to fish not only on silicone, but also to try to practice catching vibes and cicadas.
After the first hour of fishing, it became clear that all my desires and reasoning did not bother anyone especially, as there were no fish in the water. Having passed all the cool points, playing with my Maximus Mescalito in the casting distance, and identifying changes in the bottom relief thanks to a good stick stick, I got only one powerful bite in four hours without continuing and two incomprehensible contacts.
Since the departure happened after work, time was running out, I had to quickly change the location and style of fishing. With a pike, you can say it turned out to be a full span, so I drove on in pursuit of a possible pike perch. But he also decided to take a vacation. All the tricks and proven bait seemed to stop baiting the fish, and I lashed the water without any catch. Occasionally there were contacts, and they probably were with white fish, rather than with a predator.
Just before sunset, on the surface, he suddenly found himself a good asp. But his preferences as a great gourmet had to be solved almost to complete darkness. It worked, oddly enough, lure, which rescued me and on past fishing – Luremax Fever weighing 20 grams in a natural color. Zareh pecked at the time of demolition bait to the junction of the reverse and the main flow at a decent distance from the coast and showed his whole character on the dodge.
In order not to spend fast time, taking a few photos, I began to try to develop the result, but it was not there. Again, the change of baits, again the periodic battle of the asp and again ignore the fish. Sometimes there were poklevki, sometimes it was possible to hold an unknown rival, but to park the frustrated "Volga salmon" still could not. Only in complete darkness on one of the last casts, all the same lure there was a confident bite, and another silver ingot of muscles was on the photo shoot. Having given a bright ending to fishing, the fish went back home, as later, however, I too …
So that was my departure – I came for the pikes, then I tried to catch the pike perch, but in the end I caught and caught the asp. All good fishing, look for your fish friends.