This time, everything definitely didn’t go according to the planned scenario, but on the other hand it’s even good. After all, why do we all love fishing so much? For the unpredictability of the plot? Agree, if there was that single bait that 100% catches a particular type of fish, would there be so many fans of fishing or so many different types of fishing? I think that most likely not. But … I really wanted to catch the treasured “kulushka”, which is probably why we planned a trip to the very place where the last time there was an abundance of small chubs. Well, after all, should there be a coveted trophy somewhere? Also, I intentionally assembled a box of crackers large enough for such a river, hoping to feel even one, but still the very bite that will be remembered for a very long time.
With regard to equipment, he did not change anything, with one single exception that he had to leave a landing net at home. Otherwise, it’s the same brand-new Intox with the good old Revros, a classic set of lures and a fairly quick realization that it doesn’t peck at large crunks, from the word at all. Yes, it is possible that the turbidity of the water after the past rains affected many of the nuances, but the fact remains that the partner catches a very decent fish, clearly proving that my fishing strategy quite purposefully pulls me to complete failure. He came to the rescue, all the same Roger in natural color, which turned out to be one of the best on his last trip, and immediately began to prove the fact that he really likes the chub. But, just as quickly as the key was found, our first “transshipment point” was silent too: the Sun lit up every centimeter of the roll, and the fish we had already pierced, obviously hastened to cover up all the traces of its arrival in a particular place. Change the location!
The second planned turn of this amazing river, and at all brought an unexpected surprise in the face of a complete lack of contact. What to do? Plan “B” and an intermediate small roll, but very overgrown with grass, already helped us out last year, but now the situation made us visit it altogether. With difficulty I refuse Roger, as from the only lure that was bearing fruit that day, and I put a little spoon. I don’t know if the peculiar faith in the bait worked, or I guessed again, but again the 42nd color of Cleo from LJ literally “tears the dance floor”. Yes! And there were precisely those bites of the treasured “kulushki,” but one beardless hook decided to treat the “gifts of nature” as carefully as possible and in no way wanted to hold the fleshy mouth of the handsome big-legged man. Even the Intox trout with its powerful kommel, which fit so well with these fishing conditions, could not help pull the lively and large fish from the treasured and saving stream. Well, since the right key to a big chub has already been found, it means that there will definitely be more attempts! The season is just beginning!
Thank you for your attention! No tail, no scales!