PERCH AND BLEAK

*Hello, All!* PERCH AND BLEAK Igor Savelyev, Donetsk Observing the behavior of animals, we often ask ourselves the question: _Do they have animals are able to think like humans, or their actions are sometimes very complex, driven by instinct?_. Science has proven that higher animals, such as dolphins are able to analyze a situation, predict its development, convey your thoughts to other dolphins. What about this in other animals? like fish? Probably not a single scientist will be able to accurately describe what motivated fish at one time or another, but sometimes their behavior is simply fascinating. B To confirm this, I want to tell you a funny incident that happened to me on a fishing trip. During last year's kayak trip along the Psel River, we We stopped for a rest not far from the village of Sosnovka. The river in this place is a wonderful sight. Steep, steep banks adjoin with small cozy shallows, open shallow water gives way to snags a hole, a small forest on the shore turns into a pasture as flat as a table. The morning that day turned out to be grey, for some reason, with fog and some like a gentle rain. Waking up and getting out of the tent, I discovered that Andrey, my hiking companion, is already fishing nearby pools. Fishing in ponds and reservoirs is fundamentally different from fishing in rivers such asPsel. During the two weeks of the hike, Andrei never ceased to amaze me and children. Every time he invented something new, but it was necessary brought him success. It could be a dozen chubs of different sizes, pike or perch At the same time, sometimes catching fish turned into a performance for our children. When the children asked why he needed binoculars, my friend replied that with his help he is fishing. Everyone started asking how? It turned out to be very simple. For this you need was to climb the cliff. As a rule, in these places the river makes a sharp turn, behind which there is a hole. The big fish are in these holes. What's with the eye perceived as unclear shadows among the swaying algae, when examined through binoculars it turns out to be a fish. Taking my gear with me, I hurried to Andrey. What I saw made the blood run faster in my veins. Huge bream swarming on the way out from the pit. It was so shallow in this place that when trying to stand head down, the tail found himself in the air. Since we were standing on a high steep bank, the bream did not saw us and calmly continued to get its food. All our attempts to catch this handsome man were unsuccessful. Bread, pearl barley porridge, grasshoppers, flies and butterflies were all tried. Bait was served right under the nose of the fish, but it stubbornly refused the offertreats. After unsuccessful attempts, a spinner was launched. Maybe this It wasn’t sporty either, but I really wanted to catch him. Attempt to get dirty The bream spinner ended with scales the size of a nickel, pinned onto a treble hook. After breakfast, I again returned to the cliff to the hole, in the hope that the bream, Having calmed down after the morning attack on him with a spinner, he will again come out of the hole on feeding. But he, apparently offended, did not come out. My attempts to attract him with With the help of bait, small chub and bleak came up. Small hook, baited grasshopper or bread ball, swallowed as soon as it touched the water. The flock rushed into the scattered area, but a minute later returned again. And suddenly the water literally boiled. It was the fish that darted in all directions. The reason was a large perch that was chasing a bleak. He was only pursuing her, not paying attention to everyone else. After several unsuccessful attempts confuse the perch with sharp turns to the sides, the bleak was pressed to shore. Another moment and she will be swallowed by the perch. I'm spellbound I looked at this picture and couldn’t tear myself away. This is such a tragedy resembled scenes from human life. I felt sorry for the bleak, but as they say French, c'est la vie (such is life). However, the bleak decided otherwise. She jumped ashore!!! Forfor several tens of seconds, the perch and the bleak looked at each other: she was lying down on the shore, he sticks his back out of the water. Perhaps the perch understood that the bleak can't breathe and she will be forced to return to the water and then it will inevitably become his prey. But he didn’t wait, he turned around and chased another victim. The bleak lay on the shore for a few more seconds, as if checking whether it was a trap. this, after which, fluttering several times, she set off for her native element. (c) Fisherman's House - 2001 /That’s all, All, you can scroll further.../