The beginning of the conquest of the Ob-Irtysh basin.

*Hello, All!* Today me and two of my institute buddies (one of them is Vanka, with which I drove in Ufa-Shigiri, and the second one is Disa (terrible alcon), you don’t you know) we went to the Verkh-Neyvinsky pond, which is connected by a channel to the ancient Lake Tavaty. In general, we got on the bus, and off we went as expected. Well, these fools are three for two The water bottles were taken, the first one was consumed in both faces while we got to the place. At the final point of the route we climbed out, Vanka and Disa printed the second one and let's come see him. We've eaten half of it and let's start singing songs. And they screamed an hour on end until it bloomed. There were also chants at the local hockey team (“Uralsky Trubnik” is called) - these guys are her fans. I almost I went deaf. Disa's equipment was very original. He’s no fisherman anymore, with him There was no gear except for the throat. He also had no reason to sit. He took from home from the kitchen regular scoop stool system board with bolts and legs with carved, unwrapped it and carried it in a bag. So, the stop is located just opposite the entrance of the closed city Novoyralsk. I was simply amazed that a squad of cops didn’t come to us bobone... The conditions at the pond were terrible. Wind at -15. The hole freezes in one fell swoop, fingers curl up. It’s scary to fish, in general. I pitched a tent and pitched in itgas stove. The thrill began in the tent. Well, the bahari burst in there and give it to me there's no way to fish. The fools finished off the second bottle and started on the third. They started to cut it. They almost got a slap from me. They began to heat up the canned food on the stove, In the end, they destroyed all the tiles (despite the fact that I bought it a week ago for 1600). Everything seemed fine, but the fish didn’t bite. And then I decided to change the place. I prepared a site and drilled three holes for the tent in it. And here's one fool I got up, raised the tent and almost burned my mittens (renewed, in short). The fish didn’t bite in the new place either. The location was changed again. And here one has of the fools (y Disa - the one who is the most advanced ;) ) turned out to be 50 gram. In general, we decided to take these alkanafthas home, we had to do it in a hurry collect your clothes and go to the bus stop (we were almost late for the bus). On the bus they finally finished off the third bottle, and one of them (broken, I hate it!) went to bed. Well, Vanka and I (even though he stung like a chicken on the ice, but held) decided to make fun of Disa - push him harder on some stop and make him get out. But Disa sent everyone further away and continued fuck off. RESUME. The Verkh-Neyvinsky pond, as I understand from the map, is formed by the Neiva River, flowing out of the ancient lake Tavaty of the tectonic nature of its occurrence. Neivaflows into Typy, Typa flows into Tavdy, Tavda flows into Ob. Landscapes on this the ponds are beautiful - on the right side there is one of the ridges (I just don’t remember names), a huge reservoir (it will be with Tavaty). It's so common in this pond Well, you just need to know the places where the fish concentrate. There is one like this on the pond thing like floodplains - these are floating islands measuring 40*10 meters, overgrown birches. Fishing in a tent with tiles is a pleasure. Only behind the scenes it’s not like that If you hunt, he walks in a pack, you have to look for him. In theory, you need additional food to lure him, breadcrumbs won't get through here. I liked it The impression wasn’t even spoiled by the bogging kaldypons and the complete lack of bite. And in general, I did what I wanted - for the first time I “lit up” as a fisherman in Ob-Irtysh basin and rehearsed actions in the cold with the wind. I fished with jigs with raspberries and a balancer - to no avail, only with a balancer one bite was on a decoy. I also fished on a float - also zero. /That’s all, All, you can scroll further.../