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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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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 the thinnest bite, swinging against the background of the water like a float. The lateral installation of the quiver initially offers to stare only at the top in the reeds and frogs croaking in the mud. No landscape before the eyes and the colors of dawn.

Also, my feeder does not need replaceable tops, because it is strong and unbending, like all clumsy gear of the Soviet era, when they did not notice kilogram pikes on the fishing line. Only when the “keel of three” sits down, then it became clear – took the pike. And here – he threw the feeder, reeled up the wicker and – everything, the tackle is alert, facing the dawn. Almost like on my Obi-3 among the Volga, only the bell is missing. But instead, you can attach a feeder bells. Let not my castor feed the Paleolithic era by 80 meters, but for some reason I always had forty. But put at least a 150-gram feeding trough, the spinning will not grunt, and the gatehouse as it was a bit to bite remained. So I reassure myself … But you still have to change gear – this is a fact. Soon they sent me from St. Petersburg a branded feeder 3.9 m long and a test of 60-90-120. I began to use it on the Volga and on carp ponds, when long-range casting was required.

We drove out dark. It is believed that any fish takes in a young dawn. And we were in place with the same calculation: barely glimpsed in the east, and Sedoy, in a hurry, was already pulling the first … bleak. Driver Igor, on the site – decor – also did not lag behind Sergey. And this trifle did not go around me: I shook it every now and then from the hook into the green water, but even my bleeding took less often from my finger with my finger. The pond in the village of Salobelyak clearly had its own character and, apparently, did not know that a good fish should take an early start … And only when the church in the name of the Holy Life-Giving Trinity on the far shore was illuminated by the sun, Sedoy dragged the first crucian to the shore. And it began: the floats of his two seven-meter rods continually flopped flat on the water or “blinked” in a crafty bite, wrinkling the water in circles. And while I ran to him with a camera, I returned to my lonely float, which was already protruding somewhere far away. Crucian sat there, but while I crawled up to him with the appearance of a paparazzi and from different angles, he made the tail “last goodbye” and fell off somewhere in sedge. And he took crucian carp from me much worse than from Gray-haired. Apparently, my five-meter fishing rod did not reach the crucian trail, as, however, did Sergey’s five-meter fishing rod. And when I unwound my feeder, the feeder whistled and flew away wherever my eyes looked in the banal “shooting”. The most common mistake is not to check the braid’s free play in the “tulip” before casting. And, of course, preparing only for the photo shoot, I didn’t take any spare feeders, more authentic fishing rods, I didn’t take a lot … But it wasn’t more than once that I was going to ride along the shore, take pictures of fishermen, choose a place for future fishing, as a result I got infected with excitement at the sight of water, and regretted that he had not taken with him even a fishing line with a float and hook. It happened here. When Sergey-Sedoi “started playing the piano, it penetrated me completely. Playing the piano, Sergei called simultaneous bites on two fishing rods with two-handed fishing. And he had such duets more than once. But it was not at all difficult for me to take spare feeders with me and a couple of fishing rods more authentic. Crucian, of course, pecked at me, but much worse than that of the neighbor, the “pianist”. Meanwhile, it was surprising that Igor, our silent driver, had a bite even worse, although he caught both the feeder and the same long fishing rod as Sedoy. Only later did it become clear that he was fishing without bait at all, but he did not even mention a word about it, although we would have enough food for three.

How Gray-haired dragged crucian carp for two rods at once

How Gray-haired dragged crucian carp for two rods at once

The bite came to life when I threw a couple of handfuls of pearl barley on anise and vanilla in addition to feeder bait into the water. Karasi and I started to bite rather smartly. In some places, even more often than Sergei, but time was nearing departure.

Despite everything, the fishing was a success, and most importantly, it was finally possible to meet with the readers of my books and publications not in absentia, but simply on crucian fishing, in the ancient village of Salobelyak, Vyatka province, and to be at a concert for two fishing rods performed by the maestro Sedoy …

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