When the moon burns and takes burbot
Night burbot fishing. Preparing for fishing. The alarm of fate rings in the sky, and blood is burning with excitement ... Burbot night fishing Night fishing requires some preparation for…

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Fishermen Igarka already without fish
The first changes in the usual way of life under the influence of the new law have already been felt by the fishermen of the polar Igarka. They were forbidden…

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Perch and Pike Lesser Chaplac
The baby was not caught, the predator did not take, and did not want to leave. What can help in this situation? This small village does not stand out anything…

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same place yesterday

About feeder fishing and the dangers of superstition

The opinion of the extraordinary superstition and mystical mood of anglers has already become classic and somewhat erased. All this is true, but it is not difficult to find the cause of such oddities. A true fisherman spends half his life fishing, and retires the rest … How can one be a dry pragmatist and realist, spending the night by the fire under the cold gaze of the full moon – Queen Inferno? And how not to believe in the Law of Meanness, if it constantly confirms its right to exist. For a banal experiment, a lot is not required. It takes a couple of weeks to “plow” at the most dirty work, for example, a slave in a galley or a house master from a former classmate who has long invited to hammer a nail into the wall. In this case, you must constantly think and dream about two or three days of fishing with an overnight stay, which will be of such and such a day and day. Dreams must be voiced by witnesses, they say, oh, I’ll go fishing and fish, I’ll catch a fish, I’ll take triple aromatic vodka under my ear! .. Yes, far from my wife and children … Until all this is predicted and dreamed, wetted by labor sweat, it won’t stop on the street the bright sun will shine and the clouds will look like pink lambs. But as soon as the evening arrives before the blessed and long-awaited fishing, when dirty clouds are dragged from somewhere, they flop on the tops of poplars and weep in tedious sea-rain, which will last exactly as many days as were allowed for such an expected fishing. But once you get to work, the sun smiles again and the white clouds float slowly over the horizon … Continue reading

Burbot sweet fish

Pike never managed to persuade high atmospheric pressure these days. Although in places remote, on the Volga and Vetluga, she, apparently, still came across, especially to the one who was looking for. I, on a boat, walked around our nearest city places near Shiryaykovo and the cable-stayed suspension bridge, where in the summer I caught pike and perch, but this time I only caught a half pound of lace. Released. Where is he going? On the fry it is small, on the ear – even more so. Let it grow.

He spat, drank tea from a thermos, packed up the boat, and headed home. I dug up dung beetles right outside the house, as they say, in the backyard. The house was recently bought, new, there are still no secret corners and any sheds where you can always find under the boards and the old slate even crawling out, even under leaflets and dung beetles. But I created, so to speak, a miraculous monument, but simply a bunch of leaves and all kinds of tops, where I regularly threw food waste.

It seems cold in the mornings already to gray hair on the grass, rowanberries rustle with frost, glass puddles choke underfoot, crunching with young ice, and dug up his treasured pile, having previously removed the cabbage leaves, and there the orange-striped dung beetles and all seasoned, peppy from the frost and most important “Bundles,” so to speak. Continue reading

Pike does not take, then we catch burbot

This time, there were few and not in vain fishermen on the old man near the water intake. Only ruffians pecked at the bait. And only one small pike fell on the vents. Apparently, that’s why there were no fishermen either, since the pike refused to take it.

By evening, I put in the same holes with the same live bait, adding also a ruff, my new zerglas in the ice version. To do this, simply detach the reel, lower the bait fish to the bottom, leaving a couple of meters of free fishing line and overwhelming the excess for the cloves inside the reel. If you leave the whole fishing line, as for a pike, then the burbot will surely find a snag at the bottom, even the only one in the area, and destroy the tackle.

Now it remains only to pass through the hole in the reel a loop of thin nylon cord, tighten the noose and hang the zergel on a stick, then putting it across the hole and lowering the reel with fishing line under the ice. In order not to stick out the tackle in plain sight, I cover the hole with a stand from the vents and fall asleep with snow. I stick twigs at the holes for reference. But he did not set all nine girders. Three put at the first mouth of the old woman, and at the other exit into the river – also three pieces. Continue reading

When a friend is under the ice
This morning, Sergei clearly caught Vitaly on the first ice. The fish seemed to go around the holes of his friend and took only from him. When another large fish…

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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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Pike does not take, then we catch burbot
This time, there were few and not in vain fishermen on the old man near the water intake. Only ruffians pecked at the bait. And only one small pike fell…

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About feeder fishing and the dangers of superstition
The opinion of the extraordinary superstition and mystical mood of anglers has already become classic and somewhat erased. All this is true, but it is not difficult to find the…

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