Ponds for the yearning fisherman – a lifesaver, a priority opportunity to take your soul on ice fishing. Seven pikes on the pond in half a day.
Small lakes and ponds are glazed, ice covered unexpectedly quickly. On the rivers and in the bays of the reservoir, too, is a conditional pristine ice. Conditional due to the fragility and unreliability of ice. Somewhere you can safely walk and even run through the transparent bottomlessness, but in places every step was accompanied by a bang. A seemingly monolithic firmament was leaving and bending from under its feet. And from this choking and fading ice, the soul grew colder. Still, not twenty years old when everything was nothing. In addition, there is more than one cold bathing, both under the ice and in open water.
We are going to the pond. Morning is already turning blue in the windows of the car, sleepy copses and black tropes of fields and meadows flicker. Arable land and dry grass are barely covered by snow. The thaw bared them even more, the clayman spread it into the shiny mud, and from the damp fog of grass and Chernobyl it seemed as if they were silvered with many small drops. But the village pond has some kind of cold little world, apparently from close ice and openness to all winds. It is bordered by snow, as if in a frame. And the ice is also grayish-gray from a thin layer of snow.
We poked off the shore on foot, drilled a couple of holes. Ice eight centimeters. It can be said reliable. Ponds in this regard for a yearning fisherman are a lifesaver, a priority opportunity to take a soul on ice fishing. And ice on ponds is always stronger and more uniform. Only at floodgates, sometimes gouges appear or water opens in the warm, shady, shallow waters where the fallen grass preet.
I set the zergiza zigzag, touching the drops from one and a half meters to two on both banks. Who knows her, this local toothy, where are her paths? .. I also put a few zergirls in the center. Usually, after the first grasp, it already becomes clear where the pike’s paths to feeding-feeding are.
I sit down next to a friend at a freshly drilled hole. First, I lower the little white litter, remembering how, more recently, in open water, more or less conditioned perches were caught pretty well on a plumb line. Moreover, this white bauble with red wool on the trie was exactly that. But now the nod remained motionless, no matter how I tried to diversify the play of the baubles. It did not take on small balancers. Having become bored, I select the smallest live barnacle in the cane and cling it to the mormyshka. Karasik briskly darted into the depths, at first the nod twitched, but then only trembled and slowly sank and climbed up. Zhivets apparently calmed down and got used to new conditions. But suddenly the fishing rod suddenly bent over and almost dived into the hole … I catch it and mechanically support the tackle up. After hooking, I feel a lively weight and at once vile slack, from which the offense has piled up, and who knows – on whom? .. A comrade woke up from my fuss and “bitter” words.
– What are you? .. Interrupted, or what? ..
– Cut off. It doesn’t look like a perch.
As soon as I said these words, the nod of Seregin’s fishing rod twitched. He hooked, pulled up, fumbled something under the ice with his hand and … pulled out a puppy with a piece of my fishing line in its mouth. This snippet somehow coalesced with the fishing line of a friend, and, reliably … Something like that was already in my summer fishing, only then was two pike perch caught for two kilograms … Many inconceivable for the mind stories happen on fishing, and sometimes such that you just can’t imagine in the most intricate storyline.
Soon she took another pike, and again on a crucian, although some girders already had freshly caught perches. Going to the pond, I doubted the crucians, albeit chasing and white. The predator is still more prone to the usual food, and in some reservoirs where only the perch lives, you will not tease him with silvery brisk paths. But already on the ice of the pond, I found out that crucian carp also lives here. Means, my “brought” here is not exotic. And I caught crucians in a small pond still in the water, and now they lived in my two plastic tanks. From time to time, I aerated the water with a compressor for aquarium fish and threw fodder bloodworms to carp. And the crucians did not disappoint. I caught seven pikes on this pond in half a day.
We went back already in a continuous white sheet of snow. This snow will soon turn into rain, a dull autumn will return, some rivers will open from the ice, gullies will appear on lakes, ponds, and we will again look forward to the pristine ice …