How the day before yesterday on Sylva I grabbed ultraviolet radiation for the year ahead

*Hello, All!* I went to the pond on Friday, which, due to good circumstances, overflowed into its time right in the area of the village of Sylva, which was organized by peasants in time immemorial, when you and I were not even in sight. The weather has finally cleared up after a long period of gloomy snow and icy winds. On the plus side, the sky has cleared and finally everything is starting to feel like spring. ;) Here I am jumped on the train, took a ride for 34 rubles to Shali, and there - 8 rubles for bus to Sylva. The place there is cool - landscapes in the style of gigantomania. Everything is huge, even myself pond White fields of smooth, clean, without a single dent of snow, Along the banks of the pond these fields stretch into steep mountains, along which they intersperse here and there clusters of centuries-old fir trees that seem like toys due to the latitude of the panorama. Worth it just stray off the path - the crust under your foot gives way with a crunch, and your foot It goes into a two-meter layer of snow at the very beginning. There's a bunch of some on the pond black dots, like someone spilled poppy seeds. These are fishermen. :) In general, everything is purely in our style! ;) Well, I came, chose a place, but decided not to drill holes. You understand - First you have to break through such a layer of snow, and then there’s also half a meter of ice... Around me there were several old holes covered with ice - I broke them and I threw myself into them purely.Standard tackle - a tandem of two jigs (5 cm from each other), on them There are still raspberries planted. There is no need to play with this thing - you just put it on the bottom is both jigs, and then when rising, the lower one, having come off the bottom, sways, setting the upper one in motion, and a normal game is obtained, on which the fish takes. They pecked, sluggishly, it’s true, but they pecked - large ruffs and perch somewhere almost palm. That’s when I noticed that the fish in the Sylvensky pond would be larger than in other reservoirs where I had previously fished in the winter. :) I decided to experiment. I unwound the float tackle. In one of the holes poured bread. On the jig of the float tackle I put a raspberry and a piece of melted cheese. This is how we catch bream and good bream. Dropped it. Immediately the float crawled up. Sweep - and out In the hole, a standard-size chebak appears - “almost the size of the palm of your hand.” Intrigued. I pulled out about five pieces of chebak from this hole. The sun was hot. I had to take off my jacket and hat. To avoid overheating, turned his face into the shadow. After a couple of hours I noticed redness on my face - Ultraviolet light is reflected from snow without any problems, so it pours on you in abundance on all sides. Well, I burned out because I didn’t want to. A grandfather sits next to him and complains: when the chebak bites, I’ll hang up on himno, and in general, it’s still early - the fish haven’t become active, but when the snow the ice melts, fresh water saturates the pond with oxygen, then here in half a day 4 Adding a kilogram is like sticking your finger in a hole. I also noticed that when you drag fish from a hole, such an effect is observed, It’s as if a kilogram is sitting at the other end of the fishing line. And you pull out the chickadee. Born anecdote on this topic (see next message). In general, I took my darling away that day. Well, I caught a good one. Home later I bungled this thing - I almost swallowed the spoon. Snotty ruffs in your ear - pylez 4eva. The only thing that sucks is that the mug is red, swollen and can’t fit in the door because of this thrice damned ultraviolet, so that he himself blushes! /That’s all, All, you can scroll further.../