Useful pond

*Hello, All!* This Sunday we are with Mikha and Vano (familiar to you from my previous stories) we went to an interesting village located on the outskirts of the city of Nizhnye Sergi. This city is about 70 kilometers from Pervoyralsk. So, the pond seems small, but as it turned out, it’s rich in fish. Moreover, among my entire list of preferred ponds, he instantly beat all records and took first place. As Mikha said, in this pond there is a small white bream, from 300 grams and more, as well as perch-pike in unlimited quantities. You have to fish there from a boat (if you need a bream), all over the pond in cool places (as I understand it, where are the holes) paired stakes are driven into the bottom. A boat is tied to these two stakes, and on this With a kind of anchor you can calmly stand in one place and fish. Well, we took a boat with us, inflated it on the spot and swam to one of these pegs. We got attached. They fed the place with soaked bread. Mikha put up two ordinary fishing rods, but I didn’t have a fishing rod with me (I gave it to Lyokha-Driver, who is now fishing in the north). And he himself took out a winter fishing rod and began to fish with the sides of the boat. No matter how sensitive the float is, it will never get a nod from the winter fishing rod. don't outdo it. And for a very careful bite and a timely hook, A small “plywood” appeared from the water. And behind it is another one like this. It's arrivedsome calm. The sun was shining, reflecting off the water, it was a little unpleasant eyes. But what can you do? This is fishing! Suddenly, nod very, very carefully shuddered. I hooked and felt something unusual at the other end of the line strong resistance. He pulled it up, and the closer he dragged the fish, the clearer I understood that it was clearly of an unusual size. In the water a good one appeared like a mirror the white bream is 400 grams. And the fishing line I had was 0.08... Trying not to tear it, I I didn’t pull too hard, but at the same time I didn’t allow the fish to leave the surface to the depths. But so - I grabbed the bream under the gills and finally it ended up in the boat. I was a little perplexed. So simple, on such a fishing line... Mikha sat next to him and grinned - they say, are your hands shaking? He took out his winter fishing rod and cast it. After a few minutes, Mikha pulled out three breams one after another. One of which was twice as big as mine. Mikhina's jig, it seems, turned out to be more attractive than mine... But then the bite of the breams suddenly stopped, and until the evening the little things pecked - perch, ruff, bleak and even one miniature carp, which we released... /That’s all, All, you can scroll further.../