Fishing with Angela

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Reports from Ponds: Fishing with Angela

Finally, by the passing summer, it happened to tear Angela away from household chores, mushrooms and go spinning off the boat. Since weather forecasters promised rain and a strong wind, our path lay in the area of ​​the village of Dusai kichu.

Drizzling rain, piercing wind hinted that it is better to go home. The first time I saw such waves in the area, I regretted that I had not put on at least a jacket in a winter suit.

Reports from Ponds: Fishing with Angela

Slowly gathered the boat, gear, coffee on the track and on the road. The first statements of results did not bring, except for one perch bite.

Reports from Ponds: Fishing with Angela

Another new place in anticipation of striped. Casting, wiring and clear bite. A good perch descends after a few meters, as it turned out later it could be the largest perch of the day.

Reports from Ponds: Fishing with Angela

The movement began, but the perch seemed to run away from us, constantly moving. I was very surprised at the absence of bites from Angela at first, either the game couldn’t pick up the bait to the taste of the local perch. After catching a little perch, after a tea break, we decided to look for a toothy one.

Belle is clogged in the pits, one scoundrel is even turned red. It’s very uncomfortable to stand in open water, the boat shakes, as Angela says “does not jig”, we decide to check the pits with zander.

Reports from Ponds: Fishing with Angela

Reports from Ponds: Fishing with Angela

Half an hour rinsing the lures gave only two bites, one of which immediately after falling to the bottom. A strange and unusual fight, even for a moment I thought that the asp had grabbed the silicone. But lifting to the surface I saw a handsome catfish, who was naturally sent to grow further. Of course, I always dreamed of catching a catfish for a jig, but I never thought that such a baby would be caught.

Reports from Ponds: Fishing with Angela

They continued fishing with a search for a perch, which seemed to disappear, only lone scouts were present at the points. I scored a little for the encunagens.

Reports from Ponds: Fishing with Angela

Reports from Ponds: Fishing with Angela

Angela began to yawn, either out of boredom or out of lack of bite, after which we decided to finish fishing and headed for the shore.

Reports from Ponds: Fishing with Angela

We are waiting for autumn, we are waiting for the wind to calm down and go back into battle,

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