June Fishing

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

Fishing tales

In the early June morning, even before sunrise, I, with my constant fishing companions - Vadim and my namesake Alexander Rykov - were on the pier of the boat station of the rest house near Vyborg. The watchman, he is the boatman, was already waiting for us.

“Your time is up to twelve,” he said and, holding out the oars to us, warned: “Please do not be late, because other fishermen rented this boat.

… Since this is not the first time we have gathered for fishing on this lake, we have predetermined the places where we will fish. First, they settled down at the edge of the thickets along an oblong promontory that went far into the lake. Began to peck quickly and often. Just have time to pull it out! But what a catch … Only one small thing. Ruffs, perch, roach, podleschik, everything is as if on a selection - no more than a little finger. We tried to change the nozzles, made casts now far away, now near the boat itself. Alas, the result was the same - "petty".

My namesake was the first to fail. In his hearts, he threw a fishing rod to the bottom of the boat and began to fish with a spinning rod. Cast after cast, more and more. However, the fish ignored any spinner. After having washed for more than an hour and, after consulting, we decided to try fishing in free swimming. That is, let the boat drift in any direction under the influence of the wind and waves, and we will fish and flash.

And again, the result was disappointing for us. On the one hand, small fish lagged behind us, but on the other, no other fish pecked. True, after forty minutes Rykov caught a pike of seven hundred grams with a spoon. All our further attempts to fish out at least something were fruitless.

- No wonder the saying goes: "June - spit on the fish!" - Vadim joked gloomily when we decided to finish fishing.

On the pier, three people were waiting for our boat: a tall guy in shorts with a spinning rod in his hands, a middle-aged man with a landing net and a boatman. The guy with the spinning rod, it seemed to me, ironically looked at our catch and, getting into the boat with the man with the landing net, shouted to the boatman:

- Stepanich, tell the kitchen to cook a frying pan, but more!

And they set sail.

“How self-confident,” said one of the vacationers on the pier. “He is a master of sports in spinning,” the boatman replied.

Unlike us, the guy and his companion did not scour the pond, but, having sailed two hundred meters from the shore, stopped. The partner, manipulating the oars, tried to keep the boat in place. The guy started throwing spinning around her. Having caught this place, they moved forward a little, and the fishing continued. So they changed four places. And only in the fifth they finally got lucky …

At the next cast, apparently, a bite followed, because the guy sharply hooked, and the spinning rod literally bent into an arc. Judging by the way the fisherman wielded the tackle, one could assume that the trophy was solid. The guy alternately gave slack, then brought the fish to the boat. And so several times. The fight lasted about ten to fifteen minutes. Only after this time, the angler handed the spinning rod to his friend, and he took the net, bent down and dragged a huge pike into the boat.

After that, they immediately directed the boat to the shore. When the fishermen docked at the pier, the assembled tar to examine their prey. The pike weighed about 8 kilograms. The boatman threw the fish over his shoulder and the three headed towards the kitchen.

“So much for June - spit on the fish,” Rykov said, looking at Vadim. - It turns out that the matter is not in the baleless month, but also in something else. Can't you guess what, Vadim?

“Also in skill,” I replied instead.

Nobody objected, everyone was silent. But silence, as you know, is a sign of consent. And, probably, this is quite fair …