I decided to spend the last warm days of September on the embankment of Moscow – the river. A window appeared between the pairs, and the spinning was already with me according to tradition. To begin with, we checked the bersh point and did not lose, I knocked a record bersh weighing about five hundred grams, then I caught a smaller bersh and its fanged fellow, although there were a lot of bites in this place, we decided to look for active fish, and not torture one point. Gobies, perches and small toothfish were pecked almost anywhere on the promenade, both under the shore and at the ejection.
Calmly catching a pile of a bridge, I feel a neat poke, I hook and a little goofy … on the other end of the cord is not a usual trifle, but something good. The fish frantically resisted and jumped wildly, making several candles in a row, without a doubt, this is a pike! Spy bent to the handle, but extinguished every jerk. It seemed the toothy was defeated, parked on the parapet, and I can celebrate the victory. But how to lift it? It is very far from the descent to the water, the cord is thin, and there is no lift in the pike about two kilograms, while I took out the camera to photograph it at least at the parapet, the pike made a jerk and tore a thin cord … After such a mood, there was no further fishing.