Queue For Fish

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

Fishing tales

This, alas, is the psychology of a fisherman: he always gazes at an already taken place. It seems to him that it is there that whole schools of fish are standing in an impatient line for bait. And if the anglers notice that someone is biting, they will immediately be "chopped off", that is, they will be surrounded by a dense ring. And then, of course, goodbye fishing: no one will bite. I saw something similar this winter on the Gulf of Finland near Vyborg …

As soon as the popular rumor reported that in the Gulf of Finland large roach shoals "went", hundreds of fishermen rushed there for the coveted prey. Word of mouth was broadcasting from one fisherman to another: they say, last week someone caught so much, another - so much, the third - even more. And they called, as a rule, clearly exaggerated figures. True, this is a common thing for anglers. And everyone, thirsty for a good catch, reasoning something like this: "Why am I worse," rushed to the reservoir, hoping to take part in a fishing feast.

Despite the fact that the frost was not less than twenty degrees, and the strong north wind, driving the seemingly endless drift across the ice, dozens of fishermen poured out of the cars like peas and, without hesitation, moved to the bay. The most impatient and newcomers settled down directly opposite the station, not far from the coast. And the majority rushed further, to their cherished places.

Gradually, the fishermen dispersed: the main part remained in the vast bay (including me), the rest settled on the open part of the bay, five hundred meters further. Having drilled holes and lowered the tackle in them, the anglers were looking forward to bites. But alas, there were no bites or trophies.

Instead of the coveted large roach, from time to time came across roach, ruff and little-finger-sized okushka. And in vain the fishermen watched each other vigilantly - the solid roach did not take.

“Probably the north wind is to blame,” suggested my neighbor to the left. - Or a severe frost, - the other angler continued his thought.

… Immediately other versions followed immediately, justifying barking. This went on until the fisherman passing by us on the move did not throw: - While you sharpen your fringes here, that fisherman in a green overalls, - he gestured to the exit from the bay, - drags a very decent roach!

The fishermen looked at each other and fell silent. A few minutes later, my neighbor on the left got up from the box and, as if not addressing anyone, explained:

- I'll probably go and see what's what …

But for some reason I went to "look" with a fishing rod and a box.

And although, from the place where we were, it was difficult to make out the fisherman in the green overalls, it was clear that an increasingly dense mass of fishermen was concentrated around him. Unable to bear it, I went there too. But no gear, just for the sake of curiosity.

Even on the way to the hole, where the guy in the green overalls was fishing, I saw a painfully familiar picture: many people gathered around the successful angler who wanted to share his success with him. Moreover, those who came later than others, drilled holes literally half a meter from him. And he really did bite! He regularly pulled a weighty roach out of the hole.

Seeing that the environment was about to come close to him, the guy in the green overalls got up from the box and, addressing everyone, suggested:

- Guys, let's go without a bazaar. Sit in my seat, take my rod and fish. Only on one condition: caught a fish, give way to another. In short, get in line.

He caught, as it turned out, "oatmeal" on the jig, and planted the larva with a burdock moth on the hook. And this amazing fishing began … The owner of the fishing rod gave out one larva to each person who wished. And, interestingly, in spite of the fact that each angler had his own way of playing with a jig, the bite did not weaken.

Someone managed to catch two roach, someone one, and some had not yet reached the turn when the guy in the green overalls said:

- All the guys, the fishing is over, since the nozzle is no longer there, - and for persuasiveness, he showed the audience an empty box from under the burdock moth. - What's the secret of your hole? - asked someone from the surrounding. - I fed the hole with burdock moth larvae, and the roach only takes it on. Yes, and I have a corresponding jig,”the lucky fisherman explained, closing the box.

Raising his fist, he said loudly: "Chao, gentlemen!" and whistling merrily, he headed for the shore.

After he left, fishing on his hole continued … But without the previous success. Maybe because no one had a burdock moth, or maybe a large fish went to another place, or maybe a guy in a green jumpsuit took his luck with him. So the secret of the hole (if there was one, of course), remained unsolved.