As everyone knows, with the start of winter cooling, pikeperch, and pike, begin to move from irrigation and coastal dumps to deeper parts of water bodies. It is believed that this rule somehow works almost everywhere, but in fact, very often, even at the very end of autumn, fishers cannot find a predator at the depth where it seems to be supposed to be at that time. I have come across this situation more than once: late autumn, frost, fishing line becomes stiff, rings freeze, but pike perch and pike nevertheless stay on watering or at the top edge. Now the picture is reversed: it’s 5-7 degrees Celsius in the yard, and the predator began its autumn march to the depths. At least on the Yauz reservoir, this is the case.
In the early morning, still dark, we go out into the water. Our goal is to search for pike in wide irrigation and pike perch in river dumps. In fairly warm weather, even at the end of November it is very difficult to tell in advance where the predator is: you need to check both shallow watering and the base of the channel edges. For this reason, we have bait for a variety of occasions: a box with wobblers and mines with a depth of up to one and a half meters and a complete jig kit. The main hope is that the pike has not yet rolled into the depths and will take in the shallow coastal waters. If so, then the chance should not be missed. However, you should not count on this in the early morning, so we devote the first hours to deep jigging. A boat moves slowly, a familiar relief floats on the sonar screen. White fish – flocks of bream and small fish – are found already at a 10-15-meter depth. On one of the old work points, I see several large characters right at the bottom. We anchor and try to stir up the predator with a variety of rubber and foam rubber, but within a half hour not a single poke.
The first boats pass by us: everyone rushes to the “big cup” – the widest part of the reservoir – in search of zander. A pair of boats with familiar anglers stops briefly. Everyone has one question: where to look for a predator now? Motors scurry constantly. Helmsmen, obviously forgetting about elementary ethics, pass dangerously close to our cords. One “Yuzhanka” under a 40-horsepower engine even “pecked” – I handed over thirty meters of braids, but when I clamped the spool with my hand, the cord burst.
Together with him, our patience burst. Raising the anchor, we leave in search of pike in the bay formed at the confluence of the nameless stream in the reservoir. Unlike large water, it is quiet here: no wind, no motorboats. But there are no signs of fish either. The water in the bay is clear, but pikes tearing aground are not yet visible. I find a familiar meter-deep watering, and start bathing wobblers. You’re practically wobbler, but there are no exits behind the bait or bites. Constantly working as wobblers, five hundred meters have already passed along the coastline, but have not seen anything interesting. Did the pike slide into the depths? But just a week ago, in a couple of hours spent here, I managed to catch several weighty pikes.
The wobbler on the wiring often reaches the bottom and sometimes brings bundles of hard grass. With the next shaking off the garbage, JB's hook is stuck in the finger. “It would be better if I clung to the fish like that,” I swear to myself, smearing a drop of blood on the back of the lemongrass and throwing it into the hollow in the coastal grass. Somewhere in the middle of the wiring I feel a weak touch: someone was interested in the bait! I make a couple of sharp jerks and stop the bait … Blow! There is! Most likely a coincidence, of course. When the hunter is near the side of my blood, I carefully grab the fish with my hand – there’s definitely a kilogram and a half. For a good start.
Despite the bite, we decide to go back to the depths. The pike obviously moved away from the coast, but hardly went far, so I try to find the channel of the stream at the place of its connection with the main channel. Not immediately, but it succeeded. Dump from irrigation into the flooded stream of the stream is quite sharp: from three meters to seven and a half. Moreover, one side is more like a steep wall, the other flat. Under the wall is a meter groove in which the echo sounder draws several large characters. This is already interesting!
Carefully stand on a gentle dump 30 meters from the wall. Below us is 5.5 m. I throw the riverbed with the first cast, and the two-tailed Action Plastic with a 13 gram weight cheburashka quickly reaches the bottom. After a few steps I feel for a steep dump. A pause from two seconds increases to six to seven. A couple of meters of wiring – and the bait enters the groove in which the echo sounder showed the fish. The step became even shorter, and before I could even make a couple of coils, I felt a barely noticeable cord pull and instantly hooked. For a second, the rod bent, but then the weight suddenly disappeared. Having pulled out the bait, I understood the reason for the descent: my twister was bitten by someone on the very bend of the double. At a more detailed examination, I saw traces of pike teeth. Now it was clear that we were not mistaken.
I quickly change the scanty bait for a new one and at the same time reduce the weight of the cheburashka. I put 10.5 g – the wiring will be smoother and the toothy will have more time for thought. After a few casts at the exit from under the wall I feel a clear poke and briefly hooked. The spinning is bent, the resistance is not weak, by the nature of jerking it feels like a pike. Quite decent: obviously more than two kilograms. I take the fish with my hand and notice that the bait hangs on the side of the mouth literally "on the snot." Oh, these pikes! The mouth is big, but it can’t adjust the scope! After a few casts there is still a bite – and the gathering. The bait is again crippled: instead of two tails there was one. I will not change, let them eat up, just started. Meanwhile, the partner changes the weight of the cargo from 18 to 12 grams and on the next cast catches pike perch by about a kilogram. The bait is very deep in the mouth, but there were practically no bites, he said: soft pressure – that's all. Not typical for zander, although it also happens.
Half an hour of empty postings – and we move another forty meters to the depth side. The relief is the same, but the depth is a meter greater. From the first casts of a partner, the zander is the twin of the first. But the pike lawlessness pesters me: the last limb is amputated at the bait, the same thing is done with the next. An hour later, our friends swim up: some fished in great water, others in the depths of the bay. We dock boats, get tea, discuss fishing. The guys saw only a couple of bites in the big water, and not a single one in the bay. Against this background, our "zhor" looks simply immodest.
We return to the shore even before dawn: the excitement has passed. At the pier we communicate with the fishermen. Many, like us, hit the road without waiting for twilight. The general opinion is that the activity of the predator is weak today. A lot of those who have not left zero, the rest have one or two fish per boat. True, they saw a couple of zander under three kilograms. We conclude: despite the warm weather, the pike perch moved in depth. Now it's time to switch to deep-sea wobblers and a jig and look for large zander on the channel itself.
author Alexander FROLOV