Morning gathering

*Hello, All!* I was sitting on the bank of Ufa, half-wet from dew and freezing from the morning cold. Fingers dirty from fish mucus and fire ash frantically squeezed the uncomfortable and heavy rod. The itch typical of an incipient cold began to creep up to my throat. The trembling gaze of sleep-deprived eyes, red and watery from smoke, ran around float, barely visible in the gloom of the May morning and swaying from teasing bait little things. Despite the obvious discomfort, clearly felt by the whole body, a feeling reigned in my soul. perfect balance. Complete silence reigned in my head - no treacherous the thought of returning to the camp did not dare to arise in the clouded consciousness excess oxygen and slight fatigue. More acute than ever natural the instinct of a primitive hunter suggested that now, between weak bites and filling the fish tank with small fish, something is about to happen. Bleak and small chebak seem to have conspired. They tugged the nozzle, lightly drowned the float and hung on the fishing line, quickly fluttering in the air with their frail silver bodies. Suddenly, their bite stopped. Muscles got tense. The float began to suddenly leave the water. After his third fall to one side, my hand mechanically twitched and felt a tight, twitching resistance. A huge fish, black on top and silver below, weighing aboutkilogram, danced in the murky river water, and being taken out to surface, raised a cloud of splashes. However, immediately, having gathered all her strength, she rushed into depth, taking advantage of the minuscule thickness of the hook, which was no stronger than the one standing on fishing rod with a thin fishing line. The fight lasted half a minute. The fish appeared on the surface two more times. Seeing the snag already near the shore, she dove into the protruding branches and died there stuck. Attempts to free her from there did not lead to anything, as a result, she ended up over the water the empty hook swayed, and the winner of the fight, with the air of a mistress, disappeared into river abyss, waving his tail and letting a farewell ride across the surface of the water wave. /That’s all, All, you can scroll further.../