remind us that not everything
The main process! Nice to walk on the river in the spring morning with spinning. Lyrics in its purest form. The golimy loot. And it does not matter how and what to catch the predatory fish.
Spring. The spill is over. The water subsides.
Bright April days delight the long-awaited warmth and smells of waking earth. Fishermen, after a short break, are activated. Someone is trying to catch a burbot by hooking a bunch of worms, bird guts, or a slightly crumpled ruff. And someone likes to walk at this time with spinning. Pikes are already moving away from spawning, hungry. Even the autumn wide grandfather’s lure is a positive reaction. There are still amateurs, among the old fishermen who, for such baits, still from predator to prey are caught. Continue reading