Return to Tavatuy.

*Hello, All!* Lake Tavatyy is located in a fairly wide tectonic depression, 40 km from the city of Pervoyralsk to the north (and a little more to the east). In his time “extended” by placing a dam on the Neiva River, which flows from this lake. This is how the Verkh-Neyvinsky pond was formed, connected to the lake by a small channel. On the shore of this pond is Novoyralsk - a closed city where some kind of nuclear production. Therefore, fishing in the area of the pond is doubtful, because Everything probably glows there, and the closer you get to the city, the stronger it is. But actually Tavatye (since it is located above the pond) everything is ok with the ecology, so there You can go fishing. The nature along the shores of the lake is beautiful - mountains overgrown with pine forests and small swamps. Tavaty is a favorite resting place for all kinds of evil spirits (in the summer on weekends there are all the beaches in tents, bonfires, barbecues and swollen people). Therefore, it was included in our lists as an object with the status of “passage yard”. As it turned out, in vain. This Saturday I was carried to this lake. I think at first, back on Friday wanted to make my way to Staroytkinsky Pond (this body of water is located in the notorious former patrimony of the Demidov mining owners), but changed it. I decided that I have never fished in winter (as well as in summer) on Tavaty, and I’ll try it would be worth it. I was already in those parts once, but I wasn’t fishing, I was just relaxing. :) ANDafter that (having watched enough of the drunken faces) I firmly decided what to do here nothing more. And so, my uncle and I are rushing in a car along the Pervoyralsk - Novoyralsk highway, we tell jokes and admire the morning scenery. The sun has just appeared from behind horizon, and although the sky is perfectly clear, the color of the sun is bright red. Immediately I remember the popular saying that the sun in the morning means bad weather. Hy and accordingly (which is observed on the eve of a weather change) - to poor bite. We arrived at the lake around 9 o'clock. In a village called Kalinovo there is a large backwater where we decided to land. "I don't like open space on the water, but this little one is just the thing,” says the uncle. On the street - tart frosty, my ears are freezing (I wore a caparik instead of my signature knitted cap) and my fingers curl up from the cold (once again I forgot my mittens). Quickly moving on the ice towards the middle of the creek, warming up a little (carry an ice pack, a box, and heavy felt boots, tuned camouflage boots on studded galoshes). Bury hole (this makes it even stronger I’m warming up), and within five minutes I’m “breaking through” the meter-long ice with effort. I give it away icebreaker to my uncle (we have one between us) and throw the tackle into the hole. And my gear is a fishing rod with a reel and a single-cone metal nod. fishing line0.1 and a tungsten jig of parrot fluorescent color “ala perch” - green with black stripes, with a bright orange bottom. And I immediately notice something Something is wrong - the bottom under the ice at a depth of about three meters seems to be double. Here it seems to be here - the nod goes up, but it’s worth “jumping” a little under the bottom with a jig, it immediately sinks even deeper, about 20 centimeters. Obviously under There is some object lying in the water. Maybe a snag, or maybe a stone. Or maybe something man-made, such as a bottle or a tin can. Uncle has already drilled his hole. Above it lies a fishing rod, and in the hole itself a float is visible, moving slightly. Quick hook - even on ice The giant ruff flutters. My eyes are popping out of my head! I immediately remember the ruff with Lake Isetskoye, which I just recently considered the largest ruffs in district. They still look “young” in comparison. Splash - and the second ruff, but it jumps a little less next to the first one. I have zero reaction. Suddenly, I notice a slight twitching of the nod. I'm hooking - there’s a heaviness at the other end of the line, but while I’m dragging the fish, it comes off. And my uncle has already pulled out the fourth bug-eyed thorn. I have a problem with bottom - it is here and there. I leave the fishing rod and go to make the second hole. On the second hole I had much better luck. I pull out the wiring from the very firsta large ruff, then another one of the same size. There is no limit to surprise. Previously, it seemed to me that only small things were found in this lake. How can I I was mistaken... The sun gradually warms the air. While the temperature was rising, The ice was cracking. Somewhere far away, in the middle of a huge lake, cannon fire could be heard blows. Shock waves reached our backwater, causing a crash here and there below you, somewhere in the very depths of the ice. The fish was indifferent to this noise - she pecked well. I turned towards the sun. The landscape was enchanting. Under pure blue in the sky, under the bright spring sun, distant overgrown mountains rose, and in front of them The long expanse of the snow-white icy desert sparkled. I admired this view and felt with my nose how the April sun was baking. Five minutes was enough to catch your daily dose of tan and even burn a little. I sat down on my box again. The fishing rod lay on the edge of the hole, but there was no nod moved. I took it and began to carefully lift it, playing. Nod I fluttered, I automatically hooked. And so - a good one appeared from the hole A sailor perch, quite longer than the palm of your hand. It became warm. The water was no longer frozen in the holes. The temperature has settled at daytime level and the ice stopped cracking. And as a result, she reigned in the holes silence. We drank some tea and chatted about this and that. And they hit another hole.A colleague approached, or a competitor - whatever. He told me how one of his friends During the whole morning I made a couple of dozen holes. I tried to shake in each one spinner, the result is two fish. I looked in your direction, and frankly a perforated section of ice about 20 by 20 meters amused me a little... ;) The bite never resumed. It got so hot that it started to thaw a little snow. My uncle and I looked at each other and decided to go home. While we were sitting on the ice, the sun warmed up the road and it became a little muddy. By Spring streams ran along it, and here and there large puddles formed. On the way we stopped at a store in the village of Taraskovo. There my uncle bought himself a couple freshly frozen humpback mushrooms (which is interesting - in the city there is no fresh pinkback during the day with fire If you find it, it’s snapped up in a moment, and then it lies calmly on the display case). In total, I caught 11 fish - 9 ruff and 2 perch. The fish was good size, and even with caviar, and it was quite enough for a medium saucepan of fish soup. /That’s all, All, you can scroll further.../