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The officials are still deciding our fate … Putting the law into practice. How much can be stored and exported. About catch rates.
This topic excites, and the fishing community will excite for a long time, and this topic was re-developed on August 7 in connection with a meeting led by the head of the Federal Agency for Fishery Ilya Shestakov, which was held in Astrakhan. It was about the implementation of the recently adopted Federal Law “On amateur fishing.”
The meeting was attended by representatives of Russian fishing organizations, with a dozen governors and even deputies of the State Duma of Russia. Why was Astrakhan chosen for this Russian forum? Probably due to the fact that for many ordinary fishermen these places are considered to be some kind of fishing Eldorado, an earthly fishing paradise, where every fisherman would like to go during his lifetime … But not everyone succeeds. It takes time and relatively large financial investments. Despite the legendary fame of these places in the lower Volga, the Astrakhan fishermen themselves do not live very well, if we talk not about fishing, but about a banal “household”, from which the Russian citizen can not escape, wherever he lives. And these are shamefully low salaries, pensions, for which it is impossible to die at the current rates of “grave diggers”, or rather the mafia on death. It is clear that Astrakhan fishermen always solved these problems, as the situation dictated to them, when you live in places of concentration of all fish, including sturgeons. Continue reading
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