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Not A Driftwood, But A Fish
Not A Driftwood, But A Fish

Video: Not A Driftwood, But A Fish

Video: Not A Driftwood, But A Fish
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Fishing tales

Several years ago I happened to fish in the northern part of Lake Sukhodolskoye in winter. I caught on the so-called "gossip" spoons. From the name it is clear that I did not intend to catch any fish, namely pike perch! (As they say, dreaming is not harmful …). And although the weather, it would seem, favored the bite: a calm, cloudy, moderately frosty day, the bite was still unimportant. There were several bites and pulls, but all attempts to hook the fish were in vain.

The situation improved markedly when I put a mini-balancer instead of a spoon. It became great to peck, but there were also mini-trophies to match the mini-bait: small okushki and ruffs. Of course, I let them go. Finally I got tired of this "minor" advent, and therefore I changed the place of fishing and put the elongated spoon back on.

But as soon as I lowered it to the bottom, it immediately caught on something (the depth in this place was about 5 meters). The first time, after several attempts, I managed to free her. Alas, the second time the spoon got stuck thoroughly, and I had to part with it. I hooked a new one. He lowered it into the hole again, and when it hit the bottom, he began to slowly raise it. However, she did not give in.

“Again a hook: some kind of snag or stone,” I decided, and, although with great difficulty, nevertheless tore the tackle from the bottom. And then the unexpected happened … "The hook" immediately pulled the line down, and she began to quickly unwind from the reel. Slowly slowing down, he began to hold the fish, trying in every possible way to extinguish its jerks. For some time we competed: who will win who.

In the end, when I managed to bring the fish to the hole, I was able to see it. To my great joy it was a pike perch! I will not talk about its size, since the fisherman evaluates the lost fish not by what it really is, but by how it seemed to him. "What a gorgeous jellied it will turn out", - a joyful thought flashed. But it is not for nothing that the folk wisdom says: "Don't say gop until you jump over" …

As soon as I began to lift the pike perch, he suddenly leaned forward first, then abruptly rushed to the side, under the ice. The line struck the sharp edge of the ice, and the nod of the fishing rod immediately straightened as the fish left with the spoon. So I was left without a spoon, and most importantly - without a jellied one. Maybe not lucky, or maybe not fate. After all, fishing is always an unpredictable activity.

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