Fishing Paths Are Inscrutable

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

Fishing tales

If we alter the well-known biblical saying, then we can say with good reason: "Fishing ways are inscrutable." In fact, who is not familiar with such a situation … Today, in some place the fish takes very briskly, and in a few days - there is not a single bite. And this is not surprising: the fish has gone to another place - and that's it.

But it is very rare for a fish to change a seemingly unshakable addiction. However, there are unexplained cases of fish behavior. I'll tell you about one of them that happened to me while fishing on the Gulf of Finland, near Vyborg.

Since I went fishing in the middle of the week, I found myself alone on the bay. I easily found the holes in which I and my fishing companions last weekend did a good job of dragging scavengers and perches. Chose three holes. All of them were fed with a mixture of sunflower cake with small bloodworms. I waited. In about forty minutes he started fishing.

I put the jig "bug" on the hook, planted bloodworms. At first, the bites were not only rare, but also kind of lethargic, indecisive. I tried different options for hooking, but the fish was not detected. It could be assumed that the nozzle was fiddling with a trifle: the ubiquitous brushes and okushki. After a while, my guess was confirmed when I managed to fish out two ruffs, about which they usually say: "He has only eyes and thorns."

In vain I changed the jigs, diversified their game. There was no real bite. But the last time took! And it’s not bad at all… Disappointed, I decided to have some tea, fortunately, that it was going towards noon. Once again, I replaced the bloodworms and lowered the jig into the nearest hole so that sitting on the box, you could watch it.

He opened the thermos and immediately closed it hastily, so the bent nod wavered and straightened. I hooked and pulled a two-hundred-gram broiler onto the ice. Indescribably delighted, he quickly planted a fresh bloodworm and began to play with a jig: first at the very bottom, then at half-water and, finally, almost at the lower edge of the ice. Alas, no tricks helped - it's empty.

It turned out that the bastard pecked by accident. And I, putting down the fishing rod, again took up the thermos. But the tea party failed again. The reason for this is the bite. And again the bastard. I started playing with a jig again. To no avail.

“Stop,” I said to myself, “something is wrong here…” and, on reflection, came to an interesting conclusion: for some reason the fish bite not on a moving jig, but, on the contrary, on a motionless one. In order to check this, I simply lowered the jig into one hole, and started playing with it in the next one. To my surprise, another bastard took it on a motionless jig. Then I lowered two rods with fixed jigs into the holes, and with a short interval, bites followed on both. It became obvious that this was by no means an accident, but a pattern.

True, the biting began to weaken rather quickly, then it stopped altogether. By that time, I had already caught a dozen scoundrels. Of course, I was very pleased with the catch, but why did the fish, contrary to custom, take it on a motionless jig? After all, any fisherman knows that the meaning of fishing with a jig is in its play. It is not for nothing that a myriad of ways to play with a jig have been invented. And suddenly, nothing of this is needed: he simply lowered the jig into the hole and caught the scoundrel. Here is a new mystery: why did the breeders only bite: neither roach, nor perch, and not even ruffs? There is no intelligible answer to these questions. It remains only to speculate. However, in conjectures, as you know, there is no truth …