Pike school

*Hello, All!* Silt pits on bends under steep roads in Ufa are common. Depth can be up to 3 meters, they suck in quickly, especially if you twitch. If you are sucked in up to your waist, and there is not a single, slightest support nearby, it means - the panic has arrived. It’s better, therefore, before fishing, just in case, make a will write and register with a notary, paying 70 rubles in state duty. The river itself is calm, slowly carries its waters, often along the banks overgrown with burdocks, water onions and elodea. In this underwater jungle the devil himself the beard is torn and there are a significant number of mormysh, daphnia, cyclops and other boogers, on which the fry eat off, turning into fingerlings. Behind them River predators are constantly on duty - pike, perch, chub and large grayling. Hy this in the middle of summer, and by autumn all the watery greenery begins to rot, giving off a stench and the fish shy away from it like the Japanese plague - a kilometer away. So my comrades and I decided, for the second time over the summer (it was in August) to throw bones to the village of Ufa-Shigiri, climb below the village, on the edge of the bend. Where for the deep river bed stretched 100 meters with a roll, and where is the underwater vegetation is minimal. The road to that place was quite tough: everything was along the shore, along the shore, along the rocks, yes hummocks, through the nettle-fern selva. I would like to pay special attentionon the rocks - here they look like frozen lava (you can clearly see this thing was set in influxes), interspersed with medium-sized pebbles. Looks like that in those time immemorial, when processes were observed in our places mountain formations and volcanoes thundered at almost every kilometer, there was surf zone of the Ural Sea. True, another version visited me (most fantastic) that the pebbles are not from the sea, but from Ufa. Who knows, what if volcanic activity took place here after the Ural the depression reared up and formed the relief that exists to this day. Oh well, let the geophysicists do this, except for me and fish in order to quickly throw the backpack off my back, there was nothing at that moment interested. But 2 kilometers of pawn behind us, we came out onto a wide sandy beach and... What do I see?!!!!! From surprise, my eyes just roll out of my head. I immediately remembered Chusovaya. Notikhinsky riffle, on which I stand and catch Hariysa. Somewhere nearby there is a thunderstorm, rare and large drops of rain fall into the river. Hariys makes candles. Opposite me on the other side of the mountain 50 meters high in the form of a wall, with rock outcrops, which are popularly They called it the Notikhinsky stone. A similar wall-mountain on the other bank, with the same level place in frontit, but without rocks. There are a lot of similarities in these distant places discovered. And there’s a roll here, and there’s a roll there. Even the turn of the river is exactly the same, to the left. After stirring up some seagull, stretching my stiff shoulders, I wanted to chop. Got it there something, like sausage, and had a good snack. My brother and I drove around firewood, set up tents. It was cloudy, but warm. Wide sandy beach without a single trace except ours, fenced off from the spruce-fir forest with thickets of willow and bird cherry. Smell cloyingly sweet from the local vegetation, and the silence is such that one could hear the beating of your heart. Add to this an emerald fir-birch wall on shore of each other, and the clear river water with the darkness of the depths - all this together created an unforgettable picture that, as they say, you have to see for yourself. Temporary calm came over my soul, I sat down on a log and took a long drag brewed hot tea. Good!.. Over conversations, watching Mishka fishing, and discovering what's at home The oddities are forgotten, dusk has crept up. I went upstream - under the riffle. This is 100 meters from the camp. The ship was unraveled. I attached two to leashes wobblers and homemade flies made of colorful threads and wool. Started chasing him back and forth. The asps have arrived. They were small - from 500 grams to a kilogram. Great they were interested in my wobblers. But it was already getting dark - I could barely see the characteristiclittle aspers splashing. I even saw that three of these bursts were wobblers, but not a single jerk. In conditions of insufficient visibility, asp at 9 misses out of 10 shots. Why didn’t I just go here for an hour and a half? before, when it was light? I would still catch one or two. And I was traditionally mentally tuned to the chub, which is starting to take only when it’s dark like a black man. That's why I was in no hurry to unravel tackle... The night turned out to be fun. On the roll some giant went crazy and beat like that, as if stones the size of heads were falling into the water. So I never came to the exact deduce - what kind of fish was there. Either overgrown grayling or chub a hefty one, or a pike (which is less likely). The asp does what he does at night sleeps somewhere in a hole with a calm current. But I got bitten walked around. For some reason there was no annoyance in my soul. Intuition suggested that everything naturally. I put the system on automatic gear and went to the fire. The guys were joking. Vanka kept scaring him with ghouls: - At half past twelve the ghouls will come out and there will be complete chaos. First, let's sort of develop the topic about ghouls. I couldn't stand it first Bear: - Yes, you got it with your ghouls! And it was so dark all around! The sky has not cleared - a sign of rain. And silence. And the dead with braids... ugh! This is already from another opera.We scattered around the tents and fell asleep. While falling asleep, I suddenly clearly heard somewhere in the distance a desperate female squeal... The dream vanished as if by hand. Having told the brother lying next to me about Hearing this, I flew out of the tent and grabbed my indispensable attribute - a hefty bandit knife, frozen in a fighting stance in front of the unknown. The unknown got scared and ran away. Light, warmth and comfort came from the fire. I spread the rug next to him and completely got soft. About two minutes later, a brother appeared, also with a rug. - What did you hear there anyway? From the forest on the opposite bank, either a meow or a bark was heard. The sound was high, piercing and wild. Before this, its source was much further, so because of the distortion I mistook it for a scream. - Wow! - I said. The hand squeezed the handle of the cleaver. The sound was repeated. Even closer. Having thought about which of the forest inhabitants could shout like that, we came to the conclusion that this is a lynx. The next day, a kilogram of grass was removed from the ship. I walked away in confusion tackle, wondering why it didn’t bite. Asps walk... The chub should too to be here. Everything was explained quite simply. Vanka, who had close experience of communicating only with a float rod, took my spinning and Mishkiny spinner, went to practice casting. - Bite! - he shouted, once again throwing the piece of iron.- Under%&ka!!! - I laughed obscenely. And right at my words, something whipped and spun at the other end of the fishing line. The pike turned 700 grams. - Newcomers are always lucky! - I spoke out, and added in a half-voice, - Lopykham even more so. In response to this, the spinig bent into an arc, Vanka made fun of him, calling me and his brother to help, and at the other end of the fishing line something very large and strong came into play. - Hold your spinning rod tight! - I shouted at Vanky, and I jumped in my boots in the river. That same “pike with a hand” was squirming in front of me. I tried to grab her scruff, but every time she wriggled out and hit me on the fingers with her armored head. Out of despair, I stuck my hand into her gills. - Aaaaaaa!!! - a sharp pain in my fingers forced me to sit down on my knee and take water into your left boot. I ran to the shore. The gill spines of the pike dug into my fingers and did not let me There is no way to get your hand out of this natural trap. When finally, not without help guys, I succeeded, I saw a lot of blood. The sharp thorns have done their job a dirty job, leaving a bunch of small wounds on your fingers. And the pike pulled to 1800. I dried my boots and socks in the sun. Vanka cast, the bites were frequent. Two times after that the pike sat on the hook, but went right next to a newly minted spinning player. It was clear to the hedgehog that there were plenty of pike in this place, that she stands here like a joint and gets fat.And where there is a school of pike, the chub is denied entry. Here is the answer to the question, Why was night fishing unsuccessful? Mikha caught the little things. They made a hell of a lot out of it. Vanka was happy and beaming like a copper basin. The sun was terribly hot. I wanted to undress and sunbathe, and at the same time take a nap. But it was time to go home. /That’s all, All, you can scroll further.../