One Is Worth The Other

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

Fishing tales

Perhaps, hunters are the most ridiculed because of their exorbitant lies. Are anglers lagging behind them? I can’t judge. I will only tell you about a case from my fishing practice. And the reader can decide whether there are lies among the fishermen.

When I went fishing early in the morning, the weather was fine. Overcast, warm, light southern breeze. Alas, when I got out of the train car and headed to the place of fishing on the river, the weather changed noticeably. A strong wind was blowing, the dark clouds dissipated, and soon everything around was shining in sunlight.

He settled down in his usual place at the confluence of a small stream into the river. The peck was bad. Probably, the fish, like me, were hot. I was very sleepy, and in order to somehow cheer up, from time to time I had to walk along the shore. Finally, the long-awaited bite followed, and my first trophy was the little finger roach. Used it for donkey.

Fleeing from the sweltering heat, he moved into the shade under a nearby poplar. And quickly dozed off.

A boy woke me up. Running up to me, he mumbled:

- Uncle, uncle, look, you have a bite!

And when I opened my eyes, he pointed to where the donka was.

Grabbing the twitching rod, I tried to pull out the tackle, but it did not give in. Apparently, the fish managed to drag it into the grass, where it got entangled. In vain I pulled left, right, up - everything is useless. My manipulations attracted other anglers, who enthusiastically began to bombard me with tips:

- Do not rush, let go a little.

- Act decisively: pull harder.

- Do not hold the rod low, the line may break.

- Pause, knock on the rod, maybe the fish will get out of the grass by itself.

At first I tried to follow the advice of well-wishers, but quickly realized that this was a completely pointless exercise. So he undressed and climbed into the water. The fish really dragged the tackle into the grass, but the line caught not on the plants, but on a small snag. Since the snag was at a depth of more than a meter, I had to dive. Not without difficulty, he freed the line, pulled the fish to him, then lifted it above the water. There was about a kilogram of pike perch on the hook.

When the onlookers-advisers dispersed, I caught another roach and again used it for donkey. Just before sunset, about to finish fishing, I glanced at the donk and saw the rod leaning towards the water. Without hesitating, I hooked and immediately felt by the weight that there was a solid trophy on the hook. And indeed, after a short struggle, a three-kilogram catfish was dragged ashore. However, the story with the two caught fish did not end there …

Already in the train, when the fishermen in the next compartment were discussing the ups and downs of today, one of them said:

- And it must be the same, how lucky the guy in the blue T-shirt: while he was kemar in the shade, the donka first caught a pike perch for two kilograms, and then a catfish for five kilograms.

The rest of the anglers agreed with him that it was really a great luck.

The guy in the blue T-shirt is me. True, now in the train, in addition to a blue T-shirt, I am also wearing a jacket.

A week later I am back in my usual place. Throwing a fishing rod into the water, I watch the float. After a while, steps were heard behind me. I looked around and saw a respectable middle-aged man in a straw hat and dark glasses.

“Catch in the wrong place, young man,” he said edifyingly and, after a pause, advised: “You need to fish under that tree,” he pointed to the poplar, under which I dozed last time. - A few days ago, a guy who surprised me here caught a pike perch for three kilos with a hook and a catfish at least six ke-ge on the donk.

At first I was even taken aback, and then I laughed …

When I told him about how everything was, he did not believe it, but hurriedly leaving, condemningly uttered:

- A reliable person told me about these fish. And you, trying to pose as a successful fisherman, offer me some invented fables!

So believe after that that only hunters are utter liars. It turns out that there are some among the anglers. In a word, one is worth the other, but otherwise: two pair of boots …

Alexander Nosov