The day was not busy, so I was able to spend as much as half a day on the Oka. Unheard of luxury! From the first castings I felt for fish, but contacts were rather casual. Of course, perches were caught, but I would like to understand the system and choose the perfect tool for provocation to bite. An hour of experiments passed unnoticed, and then two more anglers arrived.
One on the first cast caught the test zander and immediately released. Just like I throw away without looking at medium and small perches, without even taking pictures. After a dozen casts, history repeated itself. The guys talked animatedly, joked, not paying any attention to me. I wanted to somehow wedge themselves into their conversation, all the same, I feel that we guys will definitely find athletes and common topics, but to do it tactfully. It is even better if they themselves invite me to a conversation, all the same a friendly conversation is a special form of communication and who will be pleased when someone outsider climbs into it. But with a little thought, I decided to just focus on the fish and catch for fun.
I didn’t bother a bit with the pike perch, I got a few powerful bites right on the outburst, but no luck. However, I felt a patch with shell rock, on which there was a lot of good perch 100-200 g. Having picked up the wiring, I began to take them out on each wiring. Then the gadget flew in, but very small. Changing the bait, I caught a couple of laces, and having enlarged to two inches on the first cast, a very good pike sat down. It felt like it was much larger than the “kopeck piece” that I pulled out last Sunday. I went along the shore with her, because it was hard to stop this engine, the pike went right and left. The guys stopped rinsing the bait and began to watch the "spectacle" :] For about two or three minutes I fought with the fish and already believed in success. Pike spotted "right", you just need to exhaust it. The thought crept into my head: “It’s good that I’m not alone on the shore, it will be someone to take a picture of me with a trophy” :] One of the involuntary spectators decided to defuse the situation: “Why should I suffer? Cut the cord, let’s start fishing further? ”, And right after his words, the pike bit a thin fluor. I am not one of those who believes in the evil eye and signs, so I easily accepted the outcome of the struggle, and by no means blamed the other person for my failure. However, the conversation started, so I met Dmitry.
About ten minutes later the second fisherman left for other, probably less interesting, matters. Then Dmitry poked a good pike, perhaps the same as mine, but it seemed to me that less. In any case, she did not have my bait in her mouth. Pike climbed into the coastal vegetation and hung on it. Only I could get it out of the water, since the only one who preferred practical rubber boots to light and comfortable sneakers. What helped Dmitry. After fishing, we talked for a long time about spinning rods, cords and lures :] Yes, and now we often correspond and share catches. What luck it is to meet a like-minded person!