Good thermal underwear for a low price
Everyone, probably, a fisherman, experienced what it was like to walk several kilometers along a snow-covered winter reservoir, when breaking through the crust, shoe covers fall into a sticky porridge…

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Moody White Eye Sope
It's frosty. Fifteen degrees in the morning. Under a high shore, on the slopes of which a small village is spread, there are about thirty fidgets sitting on a frosty…

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How rivers and crayfish die
... 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…

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reminiscent of champing

Tina fish

For a long time I did not go out into the Volga expanse, where boiling ramparts run, and a fresh wind fills my chest, smelling of warm water and the special smell of a large river. Just as the motor “Obi-3” did not become light-winged, so less and less I visit the fairway. But the channels of the islands archipelago have their own interesting life, where there are the same Volga expanses, winds and heavy waves, but you can go into a quiet bay laden with snags, where suddenly a strong predator’s trunk will turn out, a weighty predator will splinter on the water, and rush off scattered flocks of frightened floaters. At the border of quiet water and the wave swell, the castmaster can grab a perch, throw a yellow-eyed pike or a yellow-eyed pike heavily upset the fishing line and then, a little closer to the shore, in the overgrowth thicket, a golden rudd will suddenly peck. This diverse fishing can be even more interesting if you look for bream. But a large one rarely takes, scammers are more interested in maggots and worms.

Here, on the islands and in the canals, days go measuredly, in the sleepy rustling of limestone and birches, the lapping of incoming waves and the murmur of diesel engines on the Volga. And on red evenings from sunset, silence is broken by slaps and blows of fish tails in the mirror bays. 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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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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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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Fisherman's Dreams - Tent Stack CUBE 2
Tent Stack KUB 2 can be called the embodiment of a fisherman's dream, where a relatively low price is combined with the best qualities of a tent for winter fishing…

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