I’ll put my grandfather’s spoon in my pike face
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.
Vaughn guy down the river in the “gum” goes down and gushes a short spinning, trying to put the trolling in the immediate vicinity of the coastal Koryagin. The splinter is vibrating in the palm of the palm width and in the palm of length loudly slapping the surface of the water.
– Caught something?
A man silently lifts a short kukan with two pike by about a kilogram of weight.
– Well, you’re great!
The guy is pretty smiling.
No, of course, now there is an abundance of various spinning lures such as wobblers, vibro-tails, twisters … Ultralight spinning … fighting large fish with fine tackle. Other bells and whistles.
And someone put a huge lure on the fishing line of 0.6 mm and, without a doubt, thrashed it on the water. The most interesting thing is also fishing. It just pulls it to the shore, without fear of any cliffs, like a horse for the reins, and pokes it in a bag stuffed with nettles. Each in its own fun. And fishing – it is any beautiful. And not only because you can then cook the ear and fry the fish. The opportunity to be alone, to communicate with wildlife, to relax the soul under the gentle warm spring breeze – it is worth a lot. Vaughn, nice bird on a branch of the village, beautiful feathers. Now, probably, will sing in a heavenly voice. An, no! Cries, contagion, like a tattered cat. This jay from the forest to the edge of the river flew out to remind us that not everything in this world is smeared with honey.
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If you wish, you can catch some fish in the forest – Everyone has his own … You can comfortably fish on the sandy shore, or you can search for it, passing in the wilderness along animal tracks …
Hermit of the Volga Islands. Victor Smoked – There were many hermits in the archipelago of islands that stretch from east to west, separated by channels and groves.