Today I decided to go to the headwaters, where I catch chubs. The plans were to rise high enough, as they told me that somewhere in the upper reaches there are a couple of deep holes, and later I found out that there should be a whole canyon. It should be…
In the evening, I figured out the route and noted on which buses I can get to the planned place. At 9 in the morning, the start, and here in half an hour the first change. I look at the bus schedule, and the nearest one was still as much as 3 hours. Error number 1 – did not read the schedule. As a result, I am looking for a different route, and I'm going to a neighboring village. As a result, it takes another hour to find and wait for another bus. But I didn’t reach the planned place at all, I still had to go another 6 kilometers, and I had to overcome it on foot. And it would seem that the goal is close, but a new problem arose – I could not find the descent to the water. Nevertheless, he climbed high enough into the mountains, and in many places came across fairly sharp cliffs, where there were about 50 meters to the water … A couple of kilometers of wanderings, I returned a little back, and finally I found at least some road leading to the river . Another kilometer and … I go out to the bed, but there is no water, not at all! There was simply not even a hint of water. Just a complete stupor. And the time is already 13:00. I understand that going up is not an option, since I have already spent too much time on the road and searching. It remained to go down and look for at least some pits with water. After 400 meters, I already found the first "puddle". It's time to pack your gear. Today, for fishing, I used the spinning Maximus Egoist-Z 662UL.
It was very unexpected to get into a similar situation, and I expected a completely different scenario. I thought that there would be a lot of water, and even took waders and boots with me, and I took the landing net with me! But, alas, at first I was met only by small puddles, but even in them I quickly discovered small chubs. They reacted very well to LureMax Dotty, in the color "seed" yellow-green.
But it was not possible to break away from the petty chub either. In each puddle there were a lot of them, but they all got their bearings after the first capture. I walked down, and there was more water. But still, absolutely all the places I calmly walked in sneakers leaping over the stones. And at the next point, from under a large stone, the chub was attacked by a bigger chub. I even decided to take it as a net, but not in vain I decided to take it with me today.
I’m moving a little lower, and again a chub of a similar size, and they were not at all embarrassed by the “tired” state of my Dotty.
The places met were sometimes very beautiful, but I still could not find pits with depths greater than a meter.
And two hours later, I see a place that seemed familiar to me. I go down below and stumble into a hole, where I usually end fishing! 4 hours of travel, only 2 hours of leisurely fishing, and I'm in my place, how is it ???
But there was nothing to do, I decided to quickly go through the old places. The result was not very successful, only a couple of small holubs.
Soon he reached the place where I was finishing fishing. Conclusion – it is better to prepare for such sorties. Yes, in general, I found new places, but I expected a completely different scenario. And are there any holes on this river that I was told about? Now this is a big question. But on this I do not despair, and the next time I will just climb up the riverbed, in search of pits and canyons. Perhaps it was during the search for a descent to the water that I missed the site where there could be promising places that I was told about, and through a bunch of thickets, standing not on a rock, it was as if the river was being traced …