Feeling the charm of the “good” weather of the past summer on himself, he thought for a long time on Saturday whether it would be possible to print autumn on Sunday, in the hope that it would bring even if not warm, but at least calm weather. And since I was a little cold while fishing with Angela, I decided to put on a jacket of an old winter fishing suit.
We loaded the trailer, as it is good when there is a good and spacious tube that you can safely drop and fear it breaks, and it does not matter whether it is in the car or in the trailer.
They left the water early with colleagues, hoping for the morning biting of the striped, after which the plan was to look for a pike, and closer to dinner to head for pike perch.
Small perch, and it is piece. Having caught for three dozen and a half, we decide to walk with an echo sounder and look for a toothy one.
About an hour I was bathing bright lures, and as soon as I switched to dark I immediately got a powerful bite, either an accident or a regularity, I didn’t think much – we started a search.
The pike also hung on the perch bait, but I think its weight is not more than half a kilogram, I would have let it go anyway. Having a bite, we decide to check how zander lives there, if the local bream got it with snot.
And then the fun began, Yegor seemed to avenge me last fishing with him when I was fishing, and he and Dinar found a key for a long time. He has caught, bites, and I have silence, and caught Eugene.
After drinking coffee, I change the bait after the bait, I get two bites and a gathering near the landing net. I put a bright yellow bait with a red cheburashka … and a miracle, the first zander. In general, all the bites of zander were without a blow, hanging, poking, butting – that’s how he pecked today.
We decide again to look for striped and toothy.
A neat little stick, some kind of wild pike, caught what it was doing in the water, jumped in a boat, horror.
We change places, stop, look at the boat in front, and there both fishermen are simultaneously dragging fish. As it turned out later, the predator collected the bream and other fish in a dense ball and mercilessly ate it. The bream was so tight that it was crumbling – such fishing is not for us. A small asp from 200-500 grams pecked from above, there were a couple of gatherings from the bottom to the jig, but one and a half asp were managed to be pulled out.
Egor caught a good perch, they thought well now it will begin, but no, there was no more striped.
Tired of chopping the bream with hooks, we left the point, the following productions of fish did not bring and we headed to the beach, All Nchnkh.