STAROUTKINSK, APRIL-2003

*Hello, All!* In general, everything has finally come together. And now - my friend and I are already shaking in bus, which heads strictly to the Abzhevo village. And in that village, judging by According to rumors and maps, there is a pond based on the river "Duck" (we have these "Ducks") in There are probably 3 pieces in the area. At an unofficial fishing stop, the driver presses brakes and throws a small group of people out of the bus, including us. Our gaze reveals a panorama of a huge ice field and a village on on the far shore. Naturally, after such a period of “stagnation” (think: all winter I didn’t go fishing) it rushes me onto the ice from the hill two times faster than from it, but on sleigh And now - the ice that had set during the night crunches merrily under my boots, I I take the ice cube from a friend, and having found a place I like, I drill a hole. A then - as in that joke... :) Somewhere around noon I discovered that there were about 30 pieces in my box fluttering around different-sized brushes - from the size of a finger to quite plump "about the size of a thumb." It’s strange, but “white fish” is not active yet manifests. Okay, to hell with it - I sit for some more time, and then I go home. A friend stays here overnight, hoping to catch bream or plywood at night there will be. Shish. Later he also disappeared home, but in my absence he multiplied your catch is up to more than 100 pieces... Total for 1 kg...What's strange is that I had all the ruffs and 1 perch, and the other There were 30 percent of the total fish mass, although there was almost no equipment are different. Strange fact... /That’s all, All, you can scroll further.../