Finally, frost came. The ice pulled off the thaw and I, temporarily, was left without winter spinning. But, this is not a reason to be upset, because there is a whole season of open water ahead. For that, there was a chance to normally catch from the ice. Normal – not afraid to go to places with the course and not squish in the puddles. I did not begin to miss this opportunity and went to the backwaters of the river. Samara The purpose of fishing is perch. Lures – spinners and balancers. Looking ahead, I will say: fishing stood out with adventure. As if the whole world was against me catching my fish. But, patience and labor will grind everything, and he who seeks will always find.
Dawn at around eight, so I decided to leave in half an hour. The gears were in the warehouse and they needed to be picked up. Having approached the warehouse, I take out the keys to the electric gate, press the open button and nothing happens. As it turned out, the traffic jams were knocked out. I lost a lot of time, but went inside and took the gear. Immediately I realized that it would not be easy.
He arrived at the pond, went out onto the ice, realized that he had forgotten gloves in the warehouse. Not a great problem, but still unpleasant. I went out on the ice and began to look for perch. I haven’t been on ice for a long time, where I’m not pecking, which means I had to look. Hole by hole, dumps, eyebrows, watering, braids … But not a single bite. Men on ice are the same without fish. Caught only those who relied on peaceful fish.
There was the last point at which I wanted to finish fishing. If not there, then no where. Yes, and more than fifty holes tired me. The place is not tricky – a navel with a shell. He came to his place and began to drill using the square-nesting method. And on the fifth hole the drill breaks. Just falling apart in half. Handle in hand, and auger in ice. The mood completely fell, I decided to go home. He looked at his watch: eleven.
But something stopped. I decided to sit another half hour. Are there five holes? Why not check. I put a spoon, but no reaction. I lower the balancer and through the heels of the swings I immediately get a bite. Yes, what! The nice perch fiercely resisted, bringing me a lot of pleasure. After such a difficult fishing day, it was a reward. Even if he were the only one, it would be nice already.
I lower the balancer again and again bite. An echo sounder shows that a whole flock of fish has gathered in the hole. Another was on the ice. The main thing was not to delay, but to quickly lower the bait under the nose to the active predator. Bite after bite, fish after fish. I was delighted, enjoyed the process, forgetting about all the failures that had happened before.
The hole was quiet. I change the balance to a smaller one and with a different color. The choice fell on the proven “red-headed”. I lower it into the hole and the fish comes to life again. I managed to catch a couple more striped. I went into the next hole with him. It turned out exactly the opposite: he took off the active ones with the “red-headed”, and added the first balancer.
Four out of five holes gave fish. In total, I caught a couple of dozen perches. Returning to the first hole, I did not see a single poke. Changes in lures did not help, and the echo sounder noted the absence of fish. On this I decided to finish. He let go of most of the striped, but took a dozen in his ear. I decided that on this day, after so many difficulties, I earned a gastronomic award.
Balancers that were caught on this day: Strike Pro Ice Baby 25 (022PE) and Lucky John Classic 4 (13H).
Sounder Practitioner 7BWF.