Alloy

*Hello, All!* So, my friends and I organized a river trip this weekend Sentinel. The route ran from the village of Treka to the village of Staroytkinsk, length - 25 kilometers, with one day and one overnight stay. For the rafting time and the buzz They grabbed and went extreme, and there were some jokes. So - first things first. Crew A: Ufimka-21 1. I (hereinafter - Admiral) 2. General clothes in the form of 3 backpacks. Crew B: Dive, I don’t remember the number (gp 300kg) 1. Lyokha (old tourist) 2. Vanka (our driver, companion (now coded)) It was lousy weather on Saturday. Rain came after rain. Disgusting, wet, slushy. But not for an experienced tourist like our brother. It's cool to have a special waterproof suit in case of rain. Which I took advantage of it right away when we got off bus number 109, nicknamed "sharaban". The driver of the car, Shyrik, an old acquaintance, wished us good luck and advised to sail to Staroytkinsk around six in the evening - somewhere around this time From there bus number 115 departs to Pervoyralsk. Not far from the bus stop there was a convenient, but a little dirty place, from where it was possible to get off the water. We pumped up the boats, loaded up and sailed. This At that moment, to everyone’s joy, the rain stopped and the sun came out. Kept the courseto the Vysokyy stone, where we planned to have a snack and catch frogs and grasshoppers for the upcoming night fishing. There was just a large clearing where this There was an abundance of living creatures. And so, I was busy taking some photos, and Vanka kept throwing spinning rods (by the way, strangely enough, he didn’t care about him and didn’t catch it during the entire trip, although I changed the spoon for wobblers and I tried all sorts of poppers - one popper and a couple of spinners ended up being left in the river). As soon as we reached the stopping place, a thunderstorm began. We put both boats nearby and covered them with a plastic tent. Lyokha took out grub - sandwiches with sausage and butter, and I'll drink a glass and a half of beer. After lunch, Lyokha and I went fishing bait, and Vanka continued to plow the surface of the river with his spinning rod. Soon, when the rain stopped, I had two bags with a frog and blacksmiths. There were at least a couple dozen of both of them sitting in them. B In principle, for a well-tuned tackle this amount of bait for one night and It’s quite enough for a crazy bite. We continued our journey. A little later we swam to Zub - this is what the nameless pebble on which my fishing career practically began. B I wasn’t there that year, but it’s a very promising place in terms of charisma and chub. It was on this stone that I first fished my boat and learned that This is truly a major trophy.I suggested staying here for the night, but my companions unanimously demanded continuation of the journey. As further developments of events will show, maybe they were right, but... There is always a herd of large chub on the tooth, at night here you could catch at least 8 kilograms... The boats slid further. Behind the Tooth a long stretch was visible, which ended with a turn and a good roll. After the turn there was still swim a little to the Talitsky stone, and behind it there was also a roll and the ridge of stones Scallops. I suggested stopping behind this roll, and I started ridges, because I felt with my sixth sense that this is where the most chub place. The friends seemed to agree, but then suddenly changed their minds, although there was room for the camp was good there. They continued their move. I started to get a little nervous, so how intuition suddenly began to tell me what was good for night fishing We won’t find a place at this rate. And so it happened. After the scallops, an island rose, both channels around which were riffles. Right behind the island the Bolshaya Sibirka River flowed into. Stopped (finally!) just beyond the island. It was already starting to get dark. From the shore I saw that the roll continues after the island, but ends only 100 meters from our parking lot. Now it’s already time for autumn, and on a fast current with a boatnothing to do. But it was already too late to move on and look for something new in the dark. parking place. It’s good that there was a lot of firewood at the place where we stopped. There was a swamp that had dried up over the summer, and here and there stood tall trees, about 5 meters high, birch stumps. They served as fuel for the fire, fortunately the birch even rotten and damp, burns quite tolerably, and with a certain amount and even It's hot. We set up tents and cooked food. For dinner we had instant noodles cooking with chicken stew, plus sausage. So we were sitting at the fire and sharpening our swords, and suddenly, literally 50 meters away from ourselves we hear two dull blows on one of the dried trees and a crackling sound from it falls. Elk! Scratching the horns (their rut should begin soon). After that no longer I wanted to go far from the fire. ;)))) And the moose was hanging out there all night and knocking with horns on the trees. I still, despite the futility of fishing, launched the boat. And throughout the night I was rewarded for stubbornness with two bites - 250 grams (this the chub was released in the morning) and half a kilo. Well, at least not without fish at all. Lyokha’s boat (of my own making) was torn off. And in addition to he still took a bath, slipping on the bank and flying with his feet into the river, where there was a small cliff and the depth was good. So, as soon as Vanka and Iwent to sleep in the tent, Lyokha took out a bottle of vodka and one immediately swallowed it and collapsed snoring like a dead man. The next morning, to our surprise, next to Lyokhi’s tent There was a “white” bubble lying around with the remains of its contents on the bottom. Vanka coded, so I (so that the good would not be wasted) finished off the bubble at breakfast in two passes, and Lyokhy fucked (this had never happened to him before). The swimming continued the next morning. Vanka was dragging his feet, so we left later than it was supposed. The rocks along the banks of the river were huge. The view of the stone was especially breathtaking Closed - a huge wall, 100 meters high, almost vertical and almost straight, with a smooth surface. It was from this moment that the adventures began. At the ford near the village of Volyn, It dawned on us that we might not make it to the village by six in the evening. I had to lean on the oars. The oar blades flashed at a frantic pace, I overtook my friends. Passed village of Kyrya. After Kyrya there should have been a village, but it never came appeared. Ahead at a great distance nothing resembling village, although the time was approaching five o’clock. Fortunately, already in the village, it turned out that the bus arrives at seven o'clock in the evening, and departs at 19:20. It was half past six on our watch... We whiled away the remaining time at the bus stop, drinking a glass and a half of beer. Moodrose immediately. Ahead was the road home... And the next rafting trip was planned do from the current parking lot to the village of Chusovoy. /That’s all, All, you can scroll further.../

Hello Alexander! I am responding to your letter dated August 23, 2005, then written by Alexander Bondarenko to All, and then it was 15:14:50 on the clock. AB> We whiled away the remaining time at the bus stop, drinking a glass and a half of beer. AB> The mood immediately lifted. Ahead was the road home... And the next rafting AB> they planned to do it from the current parking lot to the village of Chusovoy. Withdrawal of 3 liters of vodka - do not leave the doa, no fishing rods fluff up! All the best, Ilya. BoundlessJack KetchDiLife ScreenBeepGirl\n Taimyr 2.00 (c) Evgeny Varnavsky