Trout Hunting

2024 Author: Sebastian Paterson | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-16 13:47

Fishing tales

Hiding in the tall grass, I threw a small lure with a spinning rod into the rare gaps between the willow bushes, a wall stretching along the bank of a forest river. Occasionally biting: I caught three undersized trout, which I immediately released, and a pike. There were a few more empty bites.

While doing the next wiring, I heard a loud splash coming from the opposite bank. I looked there and saw circles on the left, about twenty meters away from me. A new surge followed immediately, then another and another. Judging by the circles, large trout were hunting in that place. Without delay, I wade to the other side and cautiously moved to the place where the fish were hunting.

However, when I got to the bush, near which there were splashes, they immediately stopped. Probably, the trout did notice me and disappeared into the pool, which I saw under the bush. It was in vain that I threw the lure into different places of the pool over and over again, there were no bites. Then I started experimenting: I put all the spoons and wobblers that I had with me one by one. However, my efforts did not give the desired result: the pool seemed to have died out. So I toiled until darkness, which stopped my attempts.

But I did not intend to give up, and therefore at home I reviewed all the baits I had. I chose from them a dozen and a half spinners and several mini-wobblers, took out a few maggots from the bran box. And as soon as dawn broke, he went to the quarry, where he caught small carp with a net. I also collected a dozen caddis flies from the bottom. And with this "baggage" I went to the pool.

Even on the way to him, I heard familiar splashes. This made me happy: it means that the fish did not leave this place. I made the first cast with understandable excitement. And yesterday's bad luck continued: there was no bite either after the second or after the third cast. In vain I changed the bait, the speed of the drive, increased and decreased the depth of the descent, the result was zero.

The fastidious fish did not react in any way to the offered treats and were not even tempted by the fry. Finally, realizing that this way I would not achieve anything, I decided to try fishing with a “sandwich”. First I planted a crucian carp on the tee of a spinning spoon, and added a bloodworm to it, which was replaced by a caddis flies. Then I tried the same option with an oscillating spoon. Unfortunately, with the same failure!

Finally, completely desperate, I planted the last thing I had left on the tee to the fish - a bunch of maggots. First, the "sandwich" calmly crossed the pool, then I led him obliquely downstream and suddenly felt first a blow, and then a strong jerk. Instantly hooked and, despite the stubborn resistance of the trout, after a few minutes of struggle, I pulled it to the shore.

The fish weighed two hundred kilos. Before that, I had never been able to catch such a large trout. This was the first. Or maybe not the last one ?! Who knows? After all, the ways of the angler are inscrutable …