Being not quite satisfied with the last evening departure to the water, I definitely wanted to half-beat the newly minted Mescalito with a jig and see what it can do. Therefore, the next weekend I went for a pike perch, more precisely in the hope of catching it, but not everything went according to plan.
Arriving at the site, I found a strong change in the relief, which meant that the fish had to be searched from scratch. Strange, but almost immediately hit – managed to determine the cool site and feel the first butting. Small bershiki briskly pecked one after another in a strong current. The place was remarkably solid clay ridge at the bottom at a decent distance from the coast, so we had to invest in each cast. The average weight of cheburashek – 30-32 grams for Mescalito to 42 grams was an easy task, and by and large he did not notice them. The size of the attackers on my bait bershey was quite modest, so I finished this “kindergarten” and went on a further search. And they, oddly enough, dragged on for a very long time, because about two hours I did not see a single bite.
I had to walk a decent distance along the coast and prokidyt more than one promising area, before on the next clay curb, I finally fixed the long-awaited bite of a solid bursch, flattered on Ohio 2.5 ”in white. Immediately after it, I took a good asp, which fully showed my temper and added adrenaline to me in dashing out with incredible resistance and sharp somersaults. Sheresper did not calm down on the shore either – the photo session with him was very difficult and he constantly pulled himself back to his native element. Despite this, a couple of more or less successful shots managed to capture the memory of this strong, not giving up fish.
After these two interesting predators, the nibble stopped completely. Catching the asp in this place did not give me rest, and in the course went the experiments. First, the change of silicone and color did not bring the desired result, then catching on Hurricane with the same success. Well, finally desperate, he switched to heavy spinners. The first to fly into the water was Luremax Fever 20 g, and, oddly enough, from the very first posting along the bottom, an angry bite of a small pike. So much for the unusual behavior of the fish – silicone apparently already just fed up.
Then, a little bit later, on the very ejection, small bershikas began to hatch. Double or triple explosions provoked them to bite, but it was felt that I practically didn’t get to the fish and only the most successful casts brought the desired result. Therefore, the search for a lure capable of reaching the right place and at the same time seducing not quite compliant fish was continued. Additionally I changed not only the models, but also the colors of the lures. I noticed an interesting moment for myself that during the whole day no acid almost worked in muddy water with the exception of the evening. As a result, after the approval of the fish, I stopped at another pilker – Hoyt weighing 28 grams in the same natural colors as the previous "cool" lure. At first, it was appreciated by a decent perch, then all the same Bershikas and sudachas pulled themselves up, but with the size it was about the same level, the small perch did not succeed in cutting off, but again there was an abundance of bites, and now the spoon was flying right on target.
Gradually, the day was nearing completion, and I began to notice that the iron began to bore the fish. The number of poklevok with each casting only decreased. But in the evening tires increasingly began to bear fruit. Seeker was best delivered in a size of 2.8 ”in pure lemon color. He and not much sailed when casting, and came to the liking all the same fanged robbers. With the sunset, the bite came to nothing at all, so the experiments with the predilections of the Volga predators had to end. Although, there was a feeling that the fish not only stopped eating, but moved the whole flock to another place and the feast for the predator continued, somewhere on the next brow. No one will know this now, but I will definitely return for these guys and try to find them again.
Over the past day there have been many interesting events. The fish changed their preferences several times and I constantly needed to adapt to it. It kept in shape and made you think constantly. But, on such a difficult fishing, they managed to completely drive a new fishing pole and see it in work on various baits and fish. Since before the acquisition, I often came across the opinion that Mescalito will drain the fish, and the exact friction clutch is necessary, I was interested in checking it out. Now, after a few fishing trips, I can say that I didn’t see any problems with this – the form turns on well when pulling out and sticks to the fish without any extra movements and movements without letting it go. Apparently most people were embarrassed by the construction of the stick on the “shots”, but anyway, for myself I did not notice any particularities in the work, and I did not set up the work of the coil friction separately for this spinning. On this I will round out. All good fishing and beautiful sunsets friends. Summer is in full swing!