black dead wood
… crayfish and huge schools of perches and other fish, which suddenly also appeared in shallow water, began to crawl out to the clay bank near the shore …
I decided to meet the morning closer to the pontoon bridge, where the reservoir narrows and returns to the riverbed. There I met a fisherman with one fly seven-meter fishing rod.
It turned out that the day before he had caught several scavengers and a three kilo carp here. This was encouraging. But I spent the morning without bite. However, that fisherman was also nearby with his lucky fly fishing rod. But he did not see the bite. Here it should be clarified that these events occurred after the next rainstorm, only this time of an unusually long and strong.
In the morning it seemed strange to me that crayfish began to crawl out onto the clay bank near the shore. This, of course, spoke of clean water, where these arthropods usually live, but why do they inadvertently expose their sides to lovers of beer with crayfish in broad daylight? Here crayfish, even with nets and hands, collect … Continue reading
The technique of fishing on the “bulldozer”. What kind of fish is being caught. The similarities and differences of the “bulldozer” from non-mountable mormyshek. The versatility of the bait.
Despite the strange name, implying something stupid, absurd, this bait is nevertheless very effective in catching a variety of predators. It can be a perch with a palm and a weighty humpback weighing a kilogram. Any other predator will not refuse the bulldozer. And here there can also be a large variation in the weight and size of the predator attacking the bait – from the mumps and gnarls to large predators. Something “bastard” fascinates the fish, and it grabs a clearly large bait for it.
“Balda”, so to speak, is part of the family of non-muzzle mormyshek and most of all resembles such bait as “devil”, “goat”, “jellyfish”. And well, if this bait will always be in the organizer of the fisherman. Continue reading
Surprises of small rivers. How can you seduce an autumn pike on a small river.
It happens that you go around the banks with a spinning rod more than one whirlpool and reach, wave away more than one kilometer, but the river seemed to have died out. Here, it seems, is the crown place: a hole surrounded by reeds, in which icy sleepy water stands and slowly swirls. The fishing line rustled, shot up, and the bait went almost to the opposite shore. Bulk … Pause … But you can’t lower the snag to the bottom, and what is the snag hiding at the bottom? You spend the lure, it seemed, where the pike certainly should be: next to dry algae and reeds. Then you send her on a journey over the pit. And water is just as lifeless, and from this it gets colder on the heart. You sit down, smoke, cursing that again only admire the scenery. Have a bite of what God sent … well, there and not only what exactly God … It seems to get warmer somewhere inside, the icy gloom will thaw.
What, they say, to us? Is it empty for the first time to come back? As if in response to an optimistic mood, the sun looks out, and everything is already appearing in a different light. You send the snag again on free flight, but this time you are no longer afraid to catch the black and green driftwood snag. Spinner lay to the bottom. Continue reading