Memoirs ;)

*Hello, All!* *=-=-[krylos.txt]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=* The very first winter one. I remember my first winter fishing trip in my life, three years ago. it was. I was just starting to get interested in fishing back then, in the summer before I went to this twice... Coming out of the entrance early in the morning, I discovered that it was dripping light rain, and asphalt, as if yesterday it was still covered with trampled snow, today clean and wet, not even icy. Doubts began to torment my soul, because the ice on the reservoirs had only just appeared like a week and a half, well, two at most. However, I decided to take a chance and went to the bus stop. The partner also came. We stood and talked. It turns out doubts about the strength of the ice tormented not only me one. We decided - we’ll come and take a look, if something goes wrong, we’ll come back back. We took the bus to the station. And from there - by train to the Fighters. By the time we arrived, it was starting to get light. Cloudy sky, snow it's falling, everything around is sprinkled with it. It appears that there was no rain during the night. This is already good. The walk to the pond is two kilometers. The road lies through the village of Krylosovo, or rather, through her little tail from 10 houses somewhere. Pleasant smell of smoke from chimneys, local dogs gallop towards us to sniff and bark. At the end of the village there is a bridge under which a small river flows.Cheremshanka River, this is where the facility is organized our interest. The pond is long, but not wide. Without a dam - just a dam of piled stones. The river froze in creeks and pools. Under the bridge there is a roll, he not frozen. Two fishermen are already drilling above the bridge. Admiring their courage, we move on - upstream. Well, here is Krylosovsky Pond. The first thing that catches your eye is a mirror of open water directly above the drain, ice with a sharp tongue into it goes into it. And the backwater, bristling with rows of tall blackened stumps Twilight cloudy sky, darkness among the powdery snow of pine trees growing along the shore. “It’s just some kind of horror movie” - jokes friend. I change my winter boots into felt boots. One morning I wanted to walk in them - they were heavy, and I was somehow embarrassed... But in You won’t be able to sit on the ice in your boots - your feet will freeze quickly. Fishermen are already sitting on the pond - several people. Partner the first one steps on the ice, moves ten meters from the shore and drills a hole. The ice drill breaks through the ice suspiciously quickly, friend measures its thickness. "The width of your palm!" - he waves his hand. I carefully place my foot on the edge of the ice near the shore, I shift my weight onto it and immediately jump back when I hear a crack. The edge of the ice near the shore is thin, I still don’t understand how he stood by his friend. You have to stretch your leg even further. And so -I stand on the ice, then take careful steps. It seems to be holding. I move on more boldly. I go up to the hole drilled by a friend and measure ice If you throw away that frozen porridge that is on top, then five centimeters, no more... I see thickets of reeds on the neighboring bank. And those snags that turn black in the creek below, ten centimeters from the ice edged with an ice collar - apparently the level in the pond was falling after ice formed on it for the first time this season. Thickness This collar is about two centimeters, no more. For some reason not right away I want to come close to these snags - there is ice around them definitely thinner. A friend has already drilled a hole for me personally. I put it near She grabs the box, sits on it, untangles the tackle. First time fiddling with with a winter fishing rod, before that I fished only with a summer fishing rod. Tackle original: nod - two floats - jig-pear. I define depth, I hook a bloodworm on a jig and send this thing under the ice. And the depth here is about one and a half meters. My friend doesn't bite. The men who are nearby do the same. One of them lit a fire in a tin can and is warming his hands. It has become noticeably colder - the hole is beginning to freeze with ice. The weather is changing - torn clouds are quickly flying across the sky, the sun it appears and then disappears. Volleys of snow charges alternate short lulls. The wind is unpleasant. I'm moving closer toon the steep bank - the wind is quieter there. It is useless to wait for a bite from the bottom. I start playing with tackle. I play “by the rules” - as a friend and those sitting at a distance do "competitors". There is no effect, although I don’t even know what it is yet - this effect. A crazy idea comes to mind - what if you attach it to a jig of four bloodworms across each other and so on move the cuttlefish quickly and vigorously up and down? I'll try. And then I feel like something is slowing down my movements, like a jig became heavier and more voluminous. I choose a fishing line and see how it’s hooked a palm-sized perch hung. There is no limit to joy. I show friend's catch. He nods his head. After this, everything goes to no avail, although twice something was “knocking” on the jig. Eh, I wish I knew then what was needed There were a lot of holes to drill and tend to. I'm tired of twitch the fishing rod, put it down, got up from the box, decided a little take a walk upstream. It’s beautiful here even at this time... The banks of the pond are picturesque, the right one is gentle, overgrown with pine trees, and the left one is steep, with bare the willows spread their branches right down to the water. If you climb this shore, you will come out onto a huge field, at the end of which - forest again. The river itself winds in this place, so the banks also cut up in time with her. Rich in small plants, in which where the reeds are light straw color, and where there are stumpsBlack trees stick out from the sunken trees, as if they had been burnt. I decided to have lunch. I open a can of saury with a knife, and suddenly I realize that it is a bad omen to go fishing with a fish dish... For some reason I guessed it myself, no one told me this. I thought immediately that if I were in the place of the reservoir, I myself would perceive it as a cynical joke. Well, after that I swore I would take anything with me take fish for fishing. While talking with a friend, it turns out that in the pond, besides perch, I come across a ruff (a sort of notorious fish that I have never I’ve never seen one in my life), there is a chebak, they also catch white bream. They're talking about burbot, and in summer you can catch pike near snags with a spoon. They're walking rumors that someone once stocked the pond with carp. All this interesting as hell, especially with hot tea, on such a frost. And as for the caught perch... Then it was the only fish that day, but the first one I caught in winter tackle, and even in a “non-standard” manner of play. We walked back when the time has come for the bus to arrive, it runs between the town and village of Staraya Treka. I just don’t remember why we are on it didn't go in the morning? Maybe because it's an hour early trains come here... Another time, a week later, I went to this pond again, with another person, just like me at that time, an amateur inregarding fishing. The weather hasn't changed much this week - she was just as unstable. I didn't catch anything this time though the men sitting next to them occasionally pulled small ones onto the ice ruffs and perches. My partner didn’t catch it either, even contrary to the principle "newbies are always lucky." And undeservedly then this little pond sank into the category of “fishless”, and I haven’t appeared on it since then, and in general after that I began to avoid small bodies of water. Just don't I learned so long ago that in “cool times” you can fish well fish in this pond, and there are even large fish in it. It's all about only for tactics and gear. Well, and the experience of the fisherman Of course, it plays a primary role. 01.12.2004 *=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=[krylos.txt]-=-=* /That’s all, All, you can scroll further.../