Is There A Large Sabrefish?

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

But I will return to the beginning, to the moment when Vadim and I gathered for a sachet on Volkhov. And here we are, not far from Staraya Ladoga. Local fishermen gave us hope: now, at the end of May, is the best time to catch sabrefish. Like, catch it, I don't want to. True, upon closer acquaintance, it turned out that only small fish were the prey of these fishermen. And it was not clear: whether it was sabre, or the notorious bleak.

A little later, right at the time of fishing, again, local fishermen enlightened Vadim and me that besides the desire to catch sabrefish, we need something else. First, to know the places of the fish stopping (after all, it is constantly moving); secondly, to be able to masterly catch in the wiring on the current.

If Vadim and I were more or less in order with the ability to fish, then, of course, we could not know the campsite. Of course, local fishermen have sincerely tried to help us. Some advised to watch the seagulls, since, according to them, the birds always circle over the shoals of the hunting sabrefish, picking up the fry that it has beaten. Others suggested watching the burunks on the water: they say, this is a sure sign of feeding sabrefish.

In a word, advice was given by all and sundry. And then it was just right to remember the ancient Greek sage Thales, who exclaimed: "What is easy?" And he answered: "Give advice to others!" For those who willingly gave us, supposedly, good advice, for some reason, for some reason, did not succeed at all in catching sabrefish.

Of course, we tried to follow the advice to the best of our ability: in search of shoals of sabrefish we ran along the shore; every now and then they peered into the ripples of water; stared at the birds flying by. However, there was little use from such running around.

Even if we, as well as other fishermen, managed to find a flock of sabrefish, then only "little finger" little thing pecked. In addition, the school disappeared after three or four caught fish. After the saberfish, they began to peck at mini-okushki and annoying, omnipresent brushes. Occasionally we came across small roach.

Some fishermen left, others came, but the situation did not fundamentally change: they took only small fry. Some fishermen explained the barklessness by the weather: they say it is sunny, so the fish hides from the bright light and therefore does not feed. Others objected: they say, yesterday, the day before yesterday, the weather was cloudy, and the day before yesterday it even rained, but the saber was still not caught. True, the middle-aged fisherman remembered that last week his acquaintance allegedly caught a half-kilogram sabrefish here. But his story caused only skeptical smiles and grins from those around him.

Gradually, the ranks of the fishing fraternity thinned: some went home, others in search of catchy places scattered along the Volkhov bank. Towards evening, only Vadim and I remained. Soon he got tired of running after small things, and he offered to literally reel in the fishing rods.

I, taking off the hook another tiny little sabrefish, involuntarily wondered: "And where is the laudatory:" I don't want to catch? " Maybe it is, the only pity is that it is not about our honor. Thus ended our trip for the saber. I didn't try to catch this fish anymore …

Alexander Nosov