Another trip to Elani.

*Hello, All!* It happened on December 13, 2004. We got together with my partner, who was a specialist as a matter of fact in the subjects, and we took the first 6-hour bus to the village. Having arrived at the place and finding it pitch dark, we decided to wait for dawn. My partner fell asleep on the bench, and I, having nothing to do, staggered back and forth across the deserted village streets. Night. Street. Lantern. Elani. I'm tired of staggering around pretty quickly. And so I started, out of nothing to do, to make traces Dilophosaurus stirs up in the snow. Well, I made about a dozen in about half an hour. ;) It's starting to get light. The other one woke up and headed to the pond. While we were walking - we looked at the fancy dachas that were littered around that area like dogs uncut. Yes, and uncut dogs hung out there too. They barked at us as if from colander. Well, in terms of sophisticated dachas - in the style of decadence (but at most three-story ones), There are no more than 15% of them out of the total number of houses. Still, the Ural is not for you Moscow region Yes, I finally, here at my leisure, terribly sympathize with both Muscovites and St. Petersburg, and also Kazan :), Samara and other residents of regional centers. They don't have it there are wild, untrodden and unpolluted places. Just over there - in the reserve perhaps what (I don’t remember what it’s called), but try to get there if you have a dad an engineer (for example), and not an oligarch. I even sympathize with the burghers. It’s 40 km to me along the highway, but toNotihi... To Chusovgo - 130 km, and another 8 km on foot, of which 4 are Tryndo-Kolyma Koldohrenldobins. Yes, but it’s still like that - get to it possible. But the upper reaches of Shishima... Where every 100 meters there is an elk, through every 200 - a bear. And Ufa from Shigiri to Artey, where there is not a single NP along the river?.. Well, okay, I won’t poison my soul anymore, and I got distracted for some reason. We went to a pond, and there was water on ice with a layer of 10 centimeters. what!!! How my shoe covers will immediately become covered in ice!!! I felt abnormal sensation - the right leg seems to be a little wet, something will be needed on the seam seal. And in one place they actually sank knee-deep... In general, it started biting in the morning. I unwound my “yellow pair” (two bright parrot jigs 5 cm from each other) and putting a bloodworm on each one, started playing (always picks up on the rise). But something didn’t bite on this tackle, although my friend took it more or less. I didn’t bother asking how he caught it and decided change tackle from jig to spinner. I went through a bunch of spinners - from various balancers to verticals, I registered bites, but couldn’t get them out. The literature describes the behavior of the fish when it hits the spoon, but it does no good. In general, it all ended like this - I asked my partner how he fished (and he caught it ona single nondescript lead grandfather's jig), made a tackle similar to his and I also started catching, and for one thing I finally started to get the game. Immediately the idea arose about the untimely obsolescence of the “couple”, the main thing the purpose of which was to compensate for inept play. You just need to set the nods from a clock spring, and buy jigs tungsten Well, this is from the pay, as they say. And so you look, then at Let's move on to the nozzle! Drygan set up about a dozen zherlits and baited them with perches. We sat down with him to eat. It’s good - the sun is shining, the frost is pleasant, the green tea is under sandwiches with sausage and gingerbread. And my partner pats me on the shoulder and looks behind my back. I look around and - oops! One flag sticks out!!! The guy rushed towards him and pulled out a half-kilo nut from the hole. I was kidding myself. "Cool." - I say. So we went for fun, but I didn’t have to mess around with a couple and balancers, I should have immediately stolen the idea from my partner, so I would have caught him would. And then I had to give my small amount of fish to him - let it be better His ear will be stronger than mine, thinner. That's it. It turns out that the old, nondescript jigs also drain into full height, and even cooler than parrots... /That’s all, All, you can scroll further.../