This time they decided to leave a little earlier than usual, in order to catch the local fanged at breakfast. They pumped up the boat, marked the beginning of the vacation, tried the sandwiches prepared by Angela, and collecting the gear in the dark, slowly went to the side of the first point.
Darkly, in slow motion, we observe all the colors of the sky before dawn. Arriving at the point, I decided to start with bright baits. Water boils from the little things that woke up and splashing on the surface of the water. Casting, changing lures, all attempts are futile. And only after it became more or less light the fish stirred. First, Alexander had a couple of empty bites, then the gathering of a bersh from Angela and voila, my little succulents on a cockroach with a short tail.
After catching several inedible specimens, we decide to look for perch and pike. The perch disappeared altogether, although in past years it was present at that time and did not let the inhabitants of the local fauna calmly swim. They had breakfast the second time, drank coffee and again in search of thorns. The first point turned out to be occupied by other fishermen, they did not push in and went on. By the way, the current is generally absent, with what it is connected remains a mystery.
On the first bait postings, they were mostly not edible coddles, but, despite the size of the bait attack, they were like adults. I’m increasing the size of the bait, I’m leading to the tosses and thousands – the bersh by 700 grams pleases with its struggle.
Practically next he catches good zander Alexander. I again have a bersh, who also decided to pick up for dinner.
The exit was over, and we again went ashore, only this time for lunch. In general, it seems to me that we love to eat while fishing, this is already an integral part of our trips.
They decided to spend the end of fishing in search of a toothy one who did not know about it, or, on the contrary, knew and hid from us. All NCHNH, Regards Sergey Egoist.