On the 9th of July, Sasha and I arrived at the Krenica base, threw our belongings into the pre-ordered camper and sat down at Pella. Departing from the pier, we stuck a boat in the reeds of the opposite shore. Standing there, we collected our spinnings and hung them with the baits we needed.
Then we came out of Volkhovtsa "broke through" through the Volkhov to the Novaya Ladoga Canal. The north wind drove across the Volkhov fierce waves that threw our boat from side to side and sprayed us with water.
On the Novoladozhsky channel we drove to 7 km. In the channel there was grace – calm. A hundred meters to the west from the slip base Horizon in the middle of the fairway there was a snag. then we saw a gray heron. She saw us too and flew up.
Along the way, Sasha left a non-clinging spinning spin.
His dvuhkryuchkovaya spoon-nezatplyayka turned out to be really nezatpleyka! She let us down: occasionally still catching the grass, but she ignored the pike twice in a row – she didn't let her get caught.
At 7 km we went to Priladozhsky reeds, and there we put 6 voile persons with crucians living in St. Petersburg. I applied a new way of posing zherlits, called by me a yawn. If it were not for this method, we would have taken much longer, and duck couldn’t have put them where they wanted! The wind would not give us!
The essence of my new method is to suspend all the pokems not on the pins but on one long cord, like a peremet. So the name was asked: zherlitsy + peremёt = cheers. As a cord, I used a fishing line with a thickness of 1 mm. I prewound the line on a reel intended for an electric extension cord.
Every 5 meters, I tied a loop on the fishing line to hang up the crooks. Tying one end of the cord to the reeds, we, moving along the reed in the wind, lowered the cord into the water and so unwound it all. Then the second end was tied to reeds. Returning to the first end, We, holding the cord, floated along it, hanging baits. My hooks are wound on a ten-centimeter pieces of silicone hose. Olenka (Seryoga's wife) called them curlers.
At the exit to the Novoladozhsky channel, Sasha caught a pound perch, but … decided to brag in front of me and raised the trophy a couple of meters above the water. Sudak did not like it, he jumped, unhooked, and dived into the water.
Arriving at the base, we had a great rest at the camper: a gas stove and a refrigerator provided us with comfort. We did not turn on the TV and the receiver, we were made up with the hubbub of gulls and birds singing. To us came a "brazen red face". I gave him a hunting sausage, which was instantly eaten. He tried to enter the camper, but after mine: “No!” He obeyed like a dog. Tired of eating sausage cat lay down on our porch.
By night, the seagulls sat down on the boats, on the railing of the walkways and were silent.
In the morning we were not in a hurry to the stingy ones, but tried to catch the feeder. But since the surge wave drove an excess of water to the southern coast, there was a stream from Ladoga in the canal 7 km and our bait did not lure white fish to us. For an hour I caught a pair of perch on the worm. One was 200 grams and one was 50 grams.
To the stubs we went out in the afternoon. Almost all were unwound. On two sat kilushnye pike. We were inspired by their capture and set another foxish. The weather was threatening.
Arriving at the base, Sasha and I had a hearty lunch at a cafe. In the evening Sasha, taking our prey of the day, went home, and I stayed to wait for Mikhalych.
In conversations with fishermen who caught Volkhovets (there was no way out in Ladoga and Volkhov), I learned that many had caught ten kilos of a large rudd (up to 300 g) and a kilogram line.
Mihalych, having arrived to Volkhov, got up to catch a bream at a feeder from the bank above the bridge. He had no poklevok but the bells were ringing all the time … from the wind. Mikhalych with grief and in the hope that at night he would bite into a car to sleep. Not bite either at night or at dawn. He still could not sleep.
At 5 in the morning he came to me in Krenitsy: “Let's go check out the stubs!” I had to go. On 14 stubs there were five empty unwinds. On the last hole there was a complete unwinding and someone tossed about in the reed. With difficulty, I tore a trophy from the reed. He went to the boat
without going out to the surface, and already two meters from the boat on the surface seemed like a duckfish.
We Mikhalych both fucking cursed. Malyanka nodded when I tried to pull out, swallowed her tackle. Only the tip of the leash with the swivel protruded from the sharp beak. I unfastened the leash and let go: "Go on …!" But she did not go, but dived and swam away into the reed. We sniveled up and wound up and went to the base.
Kholodryga stood opposite – her hands were cold. It was less than + 10C. Mikhalych sneered: "It's time to cook smelly tackle!"
Today, at work, everyone teased me by inventing explanations for my red face: “You go to the toilet — don't stand it!” And so on.
One colleague even called out: "You are the leader of the Red-Haired!"
. (tagsToTranslate) Base Krenica (t) pike perch (t) tench (t) rudd (t) perch (t) pikes