Fishing places. At the island
This is a wide channel, which is called the second, then the third. If we take into account an even wider channel, but rather an ice plateau, which stretches from the high native coast, then this channel with a narrow and long island in the middle will really be the third. The long island, which forms the second narrow channel, stretches almost to the Fried mound, and in the south-east side it breaks off with scythes, then emerging from the water, then disappearing. Just opposite such a spit or a very low island, barely noticeable among the deep snow, the pike was once more caught than a pud. The island, which is located in the middle of the wide third channel, also has its own story connected with my adventures.
If you go from the island through the channel, which forms the island, then on the other side there used to be a big dugout, a man by ten, and if you press together, you would have entered more. And on the long island, which is the bank of the second channel, not so long ago there was a dugout, where we had always spent the night before. Near the dugout grows even an apple tree, which in the autumn pleases with ripe fruits. This suggests that these places before flooding were residential. Even the road stretches across the island, but is no longer passable for a foot fisherman, a hunter because of the trunks of trees lying across.
I advise you to read: Fishing places of Russia
I have the same island, which is located in the middle of the wide third channel, associated with two events.
Firstly, with the successful fishing that this place gave us once in March
Although we then walked with our little eldest son to ski in wet snow, it was hard, but the result of fishing was not bad. Five pikes, one of which weighed 4 kilos, and kilograms five perch and small fry, we then caught a son in a couple of days. We spent the night just in the dugout, where the apple tree grows. True, now growing is not in housing. Dugout collapsed. But her death came before the destruction. For some reason, some strange people of the Zhlobsky, obviously, they started to rebuild it, and only to rebuild it for two people. Previously, five people could spend the night in this dwelling, sitting side by side on the bunks, and in the cold and under the plank beds, now these strange builders took out the bunks near the back wall of the dugout, made two narrow benches next to the stove, which they raised for some strange purpose almost a meter. It cannot be explained at all. If earlier the stove was above the ground floor no more than twenty centimeters, and the heat was going up, according to the laws of physics, now the stove was supposed to heat the ceiling of the dugout. Everything was “torn” and broken, unfinished. Such a defeat could inflict either abnormal people or complete “kettles”, with the zhlobskaya, one-man orientation. It was still possible to understand the construction of a vestibule or a passage in front of the entrance begun by these people, but it was not completed and seemed abandoned, since it was clearly not spent the night in the dugout for a long time.
Another event is a robinzonad in late autumn on this narrow island, which can be seen in the background photo
We went on a boat under the water. It was intended for one rower – the owner of the boat, Leonid, who “pinched” the net from this boat. Locals who fish for food with nets usually put their gear under the village, in the so-called “swamp” – shoal with snags and aquatic vegetation. City fishermen call such places “toads”. There are no special delicacies here. In the “swamp” is quiet, there is no wave and wind. Because the boat is not such a Volga. In general, Nikolay Borod and I went under the water, which was already icy as in winter. Boat of duralumin for irrigation of fields, heavy. Not soon surfaced and far from the shipwreck. I had to spend the night on an island in the rain and snow. And I was also without boots, which slipped off my feet when I swam to an island with a paddle under the “mouse”. If I hadn’t warmed or dried a lighter around my neck and didn’t make a fire, then we would most likely die from hypothermia. In the morning, when I already cut the OZK raincoat into harnesses, and we were going to build a raft, we were taken from the island by fishermen and transported to the island, where a bottle of vodka was placed on the table in front of a warm dugout and cigarettes lay on the bunks. Then I was still smoking, and so wanted to drag on a smoke.