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Fishing tales
We are three inveterate fishing friends: Alexander Rykov, Oleg and I fished on a small lake on the Karelian Isthmus. According to information received from other fishermen (and in fact, by word of mouth), we knew that it was in this lake that large roach and rudd pecked perfectly. Early in the morning, before sunrise, we were at our goal.
Dispersed in different directions. Rykov settled down by a small pool, in which, because of the dense carpet of water lilies, only mirrors of clear water glittered here and there. I chose a place under a slightly inclined tree, two hundred meters from Alexander. I hoped that any living creatures falling from a tree into the water could attract fish here. Oleg was between us: he chose a flat stone, the top of which was white from bird droppings.
I quickly planted a maggot, made the first cast and immediately followed a bite. Instantly made a hook - a hook! My line is 0.25 mm, the lead is 0.15 mm. I pulled it several times and the leash broke off. I put on a new leash and continued fishing. However, there was no bite. In vain I changed the baits, threw the bait into the water, the fish completely ignored all my attempts to attract it.
“I’ll give it up for the last time,” I said to myself, “there will be no bite, I’m changing my place.” But as soon as I thought about it, the float first swung, then slowly moved to the left. I hooked, and the fish, flashing silver, fell to the grass. My first trophy was 400 grams of silver bream.
The first bite was followed by more and more. And what is surprising: only three hundred to four hundred grams of silver bream came across. Only once did I pull out a slightly smaller roach. I was so excited by the excitement that I was very surprised when the expected bite did not follow during the next cast. And, alas, the fish did not take any more.
When our trio got together, it turned out that not only me, but also my comrades had a good catch. However, neither Rykov nor Oleg had silver bream, and even such a large one. Their prey was only roach and rudd.
… Two weeks later we came to this lake again. And immediately dispersed to their former places. Of course, I settled in "my" place, under a leaning tree. It pecked well, but only roach and rudd came across. And not a single silver bream! It was the same with Oleg. But she actively took the silver bream from Rykov, and, moreover, these were mainly "my" copies. But we fished with the same tackle, with the same baits. The result is striking …
Reflecting on this amazing fishing, we could not understand why it happened that way. Either the silver bream for some reason moved to the place where Rykov was fishing, or something attracted her there. So far, we have no reasonable explanation. So understand after that the guster …
Alexander Nosov
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