The “quick goal” immediately removed all doubts about the possibility of catching a handsome red-finned man, even for a spinning player inexperienced in chub tricks. Within some twenty minutes I chalked up the first “target” chubs in my life and my acquaintance with their trademark double “dr-dr-r!”, That is, contact with a spinning spoon. What a nice chub, a real fighter! Unchanged in terms of unambiguity, a blow on the spoon, without any amendments to the plus or minus! Confuse this “BOOM!” with nothing else is impossible. And tactilely feeling such blows from a kilogram chub is akin to electrocution, it penetrates to the bones, but it’s nice … Immediately a couple of strong jerks of the caught fish first upstream, after a second or two a powerful twitching pull along the dump down … , the friction clutch crackled … But the forces, apparently, are beginning to melt, and the red-fin turns to trick: he pops up and tries to portray a kind of feint a la pike. Well, this is familiar to us, and no one will allow him to shake his face in the slack.
Everything turned out to be very simple: throw, “start” the spoon and slowly turn the handle in anticipation of this very “boom!” This is in general. In particular, there were the following nuances. The “superficial” predator completely refused to take a spoon in the upper horizons. How to react to the bait wiring at medium and high pace. I do not take into account his rare reactions to the bait that just fell into the water and immediately “started”, because this happened somewhere in the proportion of 1:50 to the total number of contacts. That is, if something drove the May chub to the surface, it was clearly not a spoon flying through the air. Although the frequent weighty “splashes” on a cool day tickled my nerves. But in the bottom layers, completely different events took place.
The transverse relief at the fishing site was as follows: a smooth sandy dump from the opposite bank (from one and a half to three meters), then three almost perpendicular, degrees at 75 degrees to the current, ridges with depth differences of 1.5 / 3 meters – a conditionally roll, and the beginning of the channel a five-meter ditch with an almost vertical rise under our bank. The bottom is dense, curled in places. I found this out more accurately later with an echo sounder from a boat, but for now … For now, I had to thank the thin braided cord used in the tackle, which clearly signals the slightest contacts with all underwater obstacles and, more importantly, gives an idea of their nature.
For the most productive posting was as follows. By casting at an angle of 90 ° to the current, I laid the spoon aground behind the ridges, sharply “turned on” it and, having reduced the speed of reeling to the verge of breaking the petal rotation, I began wiring with drift downstream. The main condition was to “lick” the tops of the underwater “slides” with the remains of vegetation and colonies of shells at the minimum possible distance from the bottom. This is where the most stable “brutal” grips occurred. A light sweep was successful, but usually not required. For the fleshy mouth of our hunting object reliably held even one of the stings of the tee (attention to the sharpness of the hooks!). After idle “kisses”, there were frequent cases of a quick repeated attack, which ended with the capture of fish.
If the horizon was overestimated, then both the number of bites and the size of the final result decreased. Therefore, in case of loss of contact with the “relief” or after an “empty” bite, it was useful to put the spoon on the bottom again in the first half of the journey, and at the second “start”, as a rule, immediately followed by a reward for such a “halt”. Moreover, the reward was not only for a tactical move, but also for courage. The fact is that a very impressive snag of the “log” type has buried itself in the second “fold” at the bottom. And the spoons stuck in it were “innumerable” … When the losses of one team went off scale for the nervous mark of several thousand rubles, an attempt was even made to rip it out with the help of a jeep. Fortunately, unsuccessful. To the surprise of the diver, who was clinging to the snag, there were not so many casualties in the tree. Probably because in this popular place anglers with powerful tackle often took out garlands of two, three, or even four spoons at once from the bottom.
In the second half of the posting, we practically did not have to count on trophies (and after a week we began to count specimens from 1 kilogram as such): in the channel ditch and under the shore, the spoon was attacked, as a rule, by undershoots weighing 300-600 grams. The favorites among spinning spoons were quickly identified. By a favorable coincidence for me, they were exactly those Mepps Aglia Long and Myran of the Toni-Z and Wipp series, which were waiting in the wings in my box. For sustaining the super-slow pace of wiring was beyond the ability of both the unknown Chinese “no-name” and a number of products from Eastern European manufacturers. Even Andrei, who has sorted out his rich arsenal, found the set of “spinners” I forgot five years ago to be very successful. And the color of the “catchy” petals unambiguously shouted: “Black! The black! Well, at least a dull copper one … ”We experimented then to our heart’s content.
Time, conditions and result
I caught a chub without leaving that place for a month with a tail. Both alone and among a dense team of colleagues. Both spinners and floaters / sinkers. Surrounded by both lonely thoughtful silent people who understand the process, and excessively noisy entertainment companies. I caught on weekends and during the working week. I left for an hour and a half and for the whole day. Early in the morning, at lunchtime and after work. At dawn and even in complete darkness in the evening. What surprised the “advanced” on crank comrade. I brought it once – he also caught it. The term “on a light bulb” was born: in case of strong cloudiness or on a new moon, the direction of the cast in the first half of the night was oriented along a lonely burning lantern on the opposite bank of the river. I didn’t catch it in the middle of the night, to be honest.
Caught at jumps in the water level of 30 centimeters, which is a lot for the Seversky Donets. With small, but still noticeable changes in the flow rate. Caught in the sun and rain. With an increase in pressure and into the notorious barometric saddle. Didn’t notice any preference of the chub to the phases of the moon. Caught in calm and not so much. I discovered only his dislike for the weather with gust of wind. Well, who loves such a thing? .. I will not say that the bite has always been like on “Black stones”. But on good days, fishing, if we talk about greedy hands, could easily turn into prey. It’s good that my companions are sane people, and almost all the catch always returned to the river. Moreover, a chub weighing 500 grams and more, more or less weighty for this river, was all over the place.
The most trophy specimens were females. They easily went off scale at 1.2-1.4 kilograms. But for some reason they were caught in the first half of May and then only at the beginning of June, and also with caviar. The interval between these periods was densely occupied by numerous “milkmen”, but the article is smaller. Very rarely it was possible to catch consistently, not only throughout the day, but even in a much shorter interval of time. Usually there were twenty-minute bursts of activity with fading in half an hour or an hour. Sometimes the chub “turned off” and for a longer period.
We had to either announce a break, or get SilverCreek out of the new “heavy” line. This masterpiece (in terms of flight qualities, the possibilities of any speed of guidance, stability of geometry even after the most severe bites, the ability to fish in completely “forest-covered” reservoirs, etc.) invariably managed to lure out a victim, albeit not a trophy size, but always. And this is not hyperbole. Alas, such a scarce bait, although it did not allow itself to be chased, as they say, into the tail and into the mane near the coiled bottom (let me tell you: a beard for the asp!), It was nevertheless offensively quickly expensed. But thanks to those few cases of extremely successful use during a seemingly hopeless barklessness, it took a special place in my box of chub “turntables”.
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All of the above “caught” is not a process. I’m talking about the result. There was no fishing at that time without at least one “tail” and a couple of characteristic contacts. I don’t know what the reason is – either an overly catchy place, or a special arrangement of stars in last year’s May, or a protracted spawning gorge, or my, to put it mildly, obstinacy, or something else – but now I won’t even be confused with stories about chub wobblers -krenkah. I bought them already on Cabelas for myself and for my advanced friend (at his own advice and request). After all, the main thing is to try, isn’t it?
P.S. This year I got a fly fishing rod, reel, line and box of nymphs for my birthday. So far, I only look with timid interest …
P.P.S. Applied gastronomy
In principle, this chapter was not even planned in the publication. And she was born already in the process of layout of the magazine. When the female part of the editorial board puzzled me with the question: “And why is it still to catch a chub? .. To then release?” It is clear that the motive behind such a reaction comes from a plane somewhat different from the brutal experiences of the fisherman from single combat on the river bank. Since the common stereotype about the gastronomic merits of a chub is similar to a guilty verdict: bony, stupid, nothing. Perhaps some chef’s magicians from France or even Russian “last heroes” would only grin at such maxims. Making it clear that “you just do not know how to cook it.” But, nevertheless, in traditional cuisine, the chub is a complete outsider. Who needs it if there is a carp, crucian carp, pike perch, catfish and pike? ..
So: chub broth is an excellent basis for preparing first courses. After boiling the meat itself, to put it mildly, take it wherever you want, and the broth is good. Transparent, light, without any aftertaste. This first answer to a woman’s question has long been known in many farms of the Lower Don. Plus, don’t forget to use the broth as a base for all sorts of sauces and gravies.
The second answer, already for myself, was found by me last May on a tip from Rostov fishermen, who once shared a recipe for making balyk from asp. Which was expertly applied to a pair of weighty chubs. The technology is simple. Take more coarse salt. First, we fill the stomachs of the fish tightly with salt, pushing it through the pharynx using a thick pencil or a suitable stick. Salt the gills abundantly and completely fill the carcasses themselves in a suitable container. I repeat: we do not regret the salt, three or four packs of salt will easily go for a couple of fish weighing 1.3-1.5 kg. Cover with a lid and put in the refrigerator for seven days.
There will be no pickle. There will be chub carcasses, hard as bars, which we soak for 7 hours. Do not forget to also rinse the stomachs of the fish from the salt with a stream from the tap with a stick. We change the water five times. We hang it by the jaw with wire hooks on the lattice inside the refrigerator, isolating it from the rest of the food with a couple of read newspapers. After five days, you can, so to speak, start. At one of the picnics, I specially butchered it on the sidelines so that no one would see it, the fish into pieces without scales, bones and entrails and suggested trying it. The gourmet company responded positively, but only presented “noble” versions of fish when asked to name the original product.
author Andrey ARKHIPOV