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 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 …
How rivers and crayfish die
In addition, huge flocks of perches and other fish that suddenly appeared in shallow water also attracted attention. The larger ones stood at the bottom, while the smaller ones hung out greedy mouths from the water and hastily grabbed the atmospheric air. There was clearly something wrong here. Full beaklessness and these clearly choking fish …
Already at home I learned from media sources that a fish was dying on the city river
The reason was the high water, in which there is a lot of decaying grass and some kind of rubbish floating on top. (There were rumors that a car with ammonia capsized into the water). Rains this year brought a lot of trouble. Of course, one cannot compare the troubles of fishermen with the troubles of people whose elements flooded houses, cars, gardens, pastures, but it’s also hard on the soul because the river’s life will not soon return to normal rhythm, if it can recover at all.
All that remained was to wait for the weather by the sea …
But, as it happens with fishermen, there was no longer a patience without fishing. I decided in the morning to check my sandy beach, which is located higher up the river. Of course, he did not harbor any particular illusions. The same river, the same ecosystem closely connected into one whole. The only difference is that the river in my favorite place near the sandy shore is squeezed by the banks and it runs among them, wooded, with a cheerful ringing and a fast current on the rifts.
In the morning I rave about raw paths under the crowns of oaks and lindens. Drops are falling from the bushes by rain, dew grasses have wetted me through and through. The path is overgrown with raspberries and nettles. Despite the proximity of the city, the place is surprisingly deserted and deaf. Apparently, due to the lack of access to it by car.
Having gotten into place, I see that even my shore was not spared by the large water that closed it down to the bushes. There was a place for casting a pair of fishing rods, no more. With a partner, you can’t get any more.
Homemade feeder installed on a stand, but did not throw. I decided to catch on the “company” – its universal. In the evening I set the green quivertype top, flexible as a nod. Just on a roach and other trifle. At least to catch it, to quench fishing passion and green anguish at the time of Russian unprecedented tropical rains.
As expected, there was no bite
I was not even surprised or upset, because I was ready for this. Well, I was almost not upset … I remember that something grumbled and growled through gritted teeth and revolving nodules on the cheeks, but only the river heard it … Meanwhile, an extreme nozzle of worms with maggots followed and an extreme cast was made, now upstream, where usually the feeder did not throw. And he started to get home.
But suddenly out of the corner of my eye I see how the top of my feeder nodded, and then the cord fell sharply, losing a stretch. I hook and snare the scammer.
And immediately, the sun peeked out from somewhere, music began to play in my soul. How much do we need? Soon the same sharp bite followed, and another scam caught. Then she took a solid roach, of those that recently, before the rains, came across to me the corn “Bonduelle”, and were large, like Volga. But this shrub, of course, is smaller. Maybe due to the fact that corn, waiting for fishing, has completely turned sour, and today I caught a worm with maggot?
And when the morning had already flared up in full force, the bite became even more frequent, but what a hectic fish, which only plucked the worm, was missing. Soon the culprit of these reckless bites came across. It was a dace. In a word, I did not remain empty this morning on my sandy shore. The river did not disappoint …