Closer to the fall, the conditions of any fishing change
From a boat or shore? Aksakovskaya bream fishing. From the boat to the donka. Closer to the fall, the conditions of any fishing are changing. Especially these changes are noticeable…

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How Gray-haired dragged crucian carp for two rods at once
On crucian fishing, in the ancient village of Salobelyak, Vyatka province. This time I took with me only a five-meter “float” and a homemade feeder. His gatekeeper, the quyvertip, showed…

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Fly fishing rod
Classic fishing. What is the difference between fly fishing rods. Fishing line. Floats. Hooks The fly fishing rod is probably the most popular and widespread tackle among Russian fishermen. Probably,…

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r maybe it rolled

On the channel near the Horseshoe

Pike is envious of someone else’s hunt. Tired of the grip of little things, built a “tandem” …

Today I go spinning along the channel near the island of Horseshoe. There was a short rain, the sun came out and everything around me steamed. I move along the coastal grass and from time to time I check the lure’s warm water. Having exhausted the supply of running and tested oscillators, I turn to turntables and wobblers. And then some exotic jelly-like worms, peeped in fishing films, come into play, but then I leave these delights to athletes, professionals. I’m not quite a retrograde and take something useful for myself, apply it. Now there are a lot of all sorts of literature, manuals, useful, of course, but most often being a compilation, not quite author’s. And there is no desire to rack their brains over all these expensive new products, because, unlike professionals, often narrowly focused (spinning, for example), I like fishing the most diverse, in unexpected and fresh places. Having lashed the channel up and down, I get out to the shore – to swallow a seagull. Having set up a tent on a wind-blown shoreline, I climb into it, lifting it up, and quietly fall asleep under the purr of the receiver and the grunt of waves on the banks. Continue reading

Fisherman, think: do you become a poacher?
An instructive story about how a young fisherman grew up and became a poacher. It is especially depressing that there is no fiction in it, one truth. Quiet summer morning.…

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Logs Mugs
... In the light of thunder-storm flashes, like a native of inferno, a bristling clod of four kilograms of glance at us looked from us in the net ... For…

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We are changing the living world
We are clearly changing the living world and it is not known what it will result in. Most likely, many people remember how, before the year 2000, the zealots of…

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Dead zone
Birch trees were gilded, maples were covered with grease, and a red leaf fell on the still icy water, blue from the same blue sky, even cold in appearance. In…

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