The old dugout
Sometime in these channels of the Cheboksary reservoir there were many dugouts and semi-earthlings. This housing was necessary in the winter for fishermen from the city, and in the spring they were occupied by fishermen from fishing brigades that could be caught even during the spawning period, even by nets. This is a ban to us everywhere.
Dugouts were necessary
Getting to the night in the village was far away, and after a day of fishing it was hard, especially when the snow was wet on the ice and there was still water under it. Then the walk consisted of several operations. At first it was necessary to pierce the top layer of snow, sometimes compressed or grasped by crust. Then the foot flopped into the black water under the snow, passing through the viscous sludge, and only then the boot covered the hard ice. And when in this way it was necessary to walk about five to seven kilometers, it is better to spend the night in the forest on the island …
We stayed for the night in a dugout, which lurked behind the coastal birches of a narrow island, closer to the Roasted mound, which was once the bank of the Rutka river, and after flooding of meadows and forests with the waters of the Cheboksary reservoir, which became a yellow precipice visible from afar. They say Fried this steep-cliff was named back in ancient times. They say that barge haulers rested here, which were being pulled on barges along the Volga. Rested and lice boiled-evaporated. That went – Fried mound. But this hillock and a long island with channels and dugouts were divided by a wide channel that runs to the Volga, like a river. And the world of islands, narrow channels, dugouts was isolated, where fishermen rarely visited. They stopped on Fried Booger more. About fishing on Fried mound, I told, read fishx.org/zharenyy-bugor.
And we usually went to our dugout and lived here for several days, exposing vozherlitz in ducts, then on one side of a narrow island, then – on the other. Pike was sometimes tight and came across a large one. One day in March a sixteen kilo heavy fish was caught with a hook, short but steep in the back of its neck and massive in its girth, with scarlet fins and a pink belly like a pig…
Dugout in winter
We were at the dugout and fall
When they came here on an old botanist punt, catch the pike with a spinning rod. We took the boat from old comrade Leonid, who lives in the village of Senyushkino on the bank of the reservoir. He also left the car in the yard. I remember that in one autumn, having caught some pikes in a day, we cooked Sergei and Sergey at first sight with them, according to the recipe of my late Bati. And the recipe was simple. They cleaned a couple of pikes, cut them into thin slices, cut with a knife, cuts in the flesh, boiled, removed the foam, and then weighed for an hour on the fire, which they made in a dugout. And when the stove-stove in the dugout littered with sides, pouring heat, then it put a pot with pike. What’s so unusual, well, cooked and boiled … But the thing is in adding a large amount of animal and vegetable oil, and closer to readiness – and tomato paste. Well, pasta is to taste. The main thing is to have a lot of oil. Then the thin chunks of freshly caught pike, whipped by the same incisions, were soaked with butter, as they say, through. And the fish became tender, juicy. (Now even salivating run when I write these lines …). In addition, there were many fish. The pike was tightly packed in a pot, and when it was languishing on the stove for a long time, it was then a white tender butcher in thick broth. When, after dinner, they exhibited this luxurious dish in a pot under the lid on the chill, then in the morning the chunks of pike were shaking in a gentle jelly-like jelly. With such a meal, even after the evening feast, the head did not hurt the next day …
Dugout in summer
The dugout differed among other dugouts in that an apple tree grew right at the entrance, giving by autumn red-sided apples, smelling of honey and delicate autumn freshness. There is nothing surprising. After all, the islands were once villages among forests and meadows. And now roads stretch along these islands, among the wrens there are remnants of housing, you can find rusty pots, buckets, boards.
Years passed, the dugout ripened among the undergrowth and dampness of the duct. And only a small trench with rotten logs and an apple tree remained from the dwelling still standing at the former entrance to the dugout.
Now new dugouts
They were built in recent years, no longer referred to a place called – Fried mound. By their location, they are closer to the winter trail, which every year fishermen trot through the islands to the Volga, to Voroniy Island. And now the landmark is rather the famous islet – Horseshoe.