Today I decided that it was time to finally get to the upper rivulet, which I usually catch on. As a result, I decided to do without public transport, but simply moved upstream from the point where I usually start fishing. The path was not easy: constant transitions through water, mud, periodically quite sharp rises. And here is 8.5 kilometers behind. Before me was a view of a very beautiful canyon, which I had heard about earlier.
But, to be honest, I imagined it much more extended. Perhaps if you go along the mountain somehow you can find its continuation, but where to find this path? For a while I decided to postpone this question and decided to catch at least this canyon, yet the path was far from close. Today, for fishing, I again took the Maximus Egoist-Z 662UL spinning rod with me. The cast on the fifth LureMax Dotty spinner I am moving away from zero.
Then I tried to catch the lower layers of water, yet the depth in the canyon, offhand, about 3 meters. I tried a heavy hesitation, a silicone bark beetle on a jig head, but there were no bites … Although, of course, even just being in such a place brought a lot of pleasure. Passing directly through the canyon is simply dangerous, it’s easy to slide off a fairly sharp rock, and I began to look for some bypass paths. I found one path, followed about an kilometer along it, but, apparently, it was not going there at all … The sound of water was no longer heard, and I decided to leave this venture. But the minimum task is completed – I finally got to this place!
After the rains there was a little more water in the rivulet, and I began to catch the pits. Even small chubs greedily attacked the LureMax Emba. Today, the fish was clearly more active than in previous times.
Gradually, I went down the river, catching point after point. And now a bigger chub dawned on Dotty.
Nevertheless, it was this bauble in the color "seed" green-yellow that again worked best. Chubs were most often weighing 100-150 grams, but all the bites were very confident, and even snatching such individuals against the tide was an incredible pleasure.
In the hope of a larger chub, he periodically returned to Emba, but with him the implementation was clearly worse, although some chubs were still detected.
As a result, I overcame the return route with fishing in 4 hours. At each point, the debt did not linger, yet most often a maximum of 1-2 fish fell from the hole. No, there are much more of them in the pits, but they all got scared after the first fish were fished. As a result, I managed to catch about 15-17 chubs today.
An excellent walk stood out, with a good nibble, and, of course, insanely beautiful views of the Caucasus.