Ust-Yugush

*Hello, All!* We went to Ufa to the Sabzhevo village with brother Shurik and Vano the alcoholic. Three We drove for an hour to the place and spent another three hours looking for an entrance to the river. As a result, we settled down in a cozy grove of poplars on the bank of a river. Catch: for three - a bucket of small pike (300-400 g) for a boat and a spinning rod. All We caught an average of ten fish. There is no time to describe everything in detail yet... /That’s all, All, you can scroll further.../

*Hello, All!* Having opened the map of the region, the first thing I did was look around the district Arti center. The first thing that caught my eye was the language of the forest-steppe zone, stretching across the entire southwestern corner of the region (bordering Bashkiria) from the south to the northwest. In this area, forests were replaced by huge meadows, in places plowed under the fields. I immediately remembered articles from the magazine "Ural Pathfinder" where the assumption was published that there was once in the area of this language lived the Scythians, who broke away from the bulk of their ethnic group and migrated to the Urals. Notes were cited as evidence the ancient Greek historian Herodotus, who, as you know, studied our lands, recording the stories of nomads and traders who visited here. And to everything else there were even some archaeological finds that confirmed the existence of The Urals are the hearths of Scythian culture. It’s not for nothing that the Bashkirs are considered “relatives” Scythians But archeology was of little interest to me now. I studied the river Ufa, or rather that its section that stretched from the village of Ufa-Shigiri to Artey. We haven't fished there yet, and according to conversations, this place was very promising for fish. There in This time I put a cross, making our driver Vano happy, who was eager somewhere further this coming weekend. The weather on Saturday morning was hot. While driving in the cyclone movement zone- it was still possible to endure the heat, since the sun was often hidden behind the clouds. But when they reached the edge of that same “tongue,” the clouds disappeared from the sky and began torment. The wide open windows hardly helped. Then I opened the window, which stands on the front door of the Lada, and a stream of fresh air rushed into the salon air, not very cool, but still. Sucked into this stream insects and they plopped with all their might into my unloading vest. And one time I I found a bee sitting on my clothes and not wanting to fly away. Attempts to kick out they didn’t lead her to anything - she was spinning in one place, and I took her in my hands I didn’t dare. The problem resolved itself - I suddenly discovered There's a bee sting stuck in my pants. So why is the bee behaving so strangely - She’s getting ready to fly off to another world... Well, at least she didn’t crash into her hand (I was in a T-shirt with short sleeves), otherwise it would still be unknown who among us suffered two are stronger. And the most important thing is that I didn’t bite my pants... Our path lay to the village of Komarovo, which was located in a terrible wilderness - 15 kilometers from the village of Arti, just somewhere in the middle between Arti and Ufa-Shigirami. In this village, one grandfather grew ginseng on his plot, under special canopies and on forest soil. The nature in those parts was especially beautiful. A riot of vegetation,Tall mountains in the form of steep-sided walls overgrown with spruce trees. In some places within these walls smooth bricks of yellow-gray sedimentary rocks were exposed. Small rivers, like liquid crystal flowing in the green frame of willow-alder thickets Just by their appearance they evoked a pleasant feeling in the soul. I wanted it right away take a short fishing rod and wander along these rivers in search of grayling... Well, well, As soon as the autumn feeding of this fish begins, then we’ll wander around. And now there's more of me We were interested in the entrances to Ufa, where we could get there with a rear-wheel drive. All the way to Komarov, the road goes along the river, if you believe the map. Most likely There shouldn't be any problems with the entrance. But in reality everything turned out differently - the road went along the ridge, it was just a stone's throw to the river, but the steepness of the slope did not allow go to her place by car. There were a couple of turns, but the muddy rut immediately “set our brains straight,” especially when brother Shurik and I decided that if Let's explain what. When we entered the village, a lazy the body of the river with thickets of elodea along the banks, extending somewhere below village. After the village the road continued, it was possible to drive even higher along flow, but its quality again left much to be desired. Having traveled around the village and gawking at one plot, the “vegetable garden” of which was completely filled with knocked down using narrow boards as “houses” for ginseng, we went back to Arty.Somehow I suddenly became thoughtful. I kind of hate working in the garden, but It seemed interesting. Ginseng! Not any kind of radish (although radishes are good deal), not tomatoes... Ginseng. A plan for penetration into the Komarovsky garden with canopies (fortunately Mikhei Shigirskoy the Elder the old man knows this personally). To get some seeds or a root... But then I remember, that I am dealing with some kind of nonsense. After all, ginseng is a very whimsical The plant does not grow well in captivity. And this old man tinkered for more than one year until y something started to work out for him... Vano brought me out of my thoughts with the eternal question “where to go?” The time is already It was approaching six, and we still hadn’t gotten up to bivouac. - To Ust-Yugysh. - I answered without hesitation. - This village will be before Artyami, there should be approaches to the river. And the river goes around the village there, so that everything should be normal... In Ust-Yugysha, the entrance to the river was found just opposite the rapids. But the proximity of the village and a large number of empty beer bottles were immediately taken away I would like to stay here. The shore looked like a sparse poplar grove with a small amount of firewood. I had to move on. The consolation was that the road was low in relation to the river and ran level with shore. Driving past a creek that was overgrown with water lilies, we suddenly sawrelease of large pike. She scared the fry, and then sprayed good ones a couple more times splash. The mood immediately somehow improved. After wandering around the turns and finding several occupied parking lots, we finally found one free place with a “pocket” for a car and a flat lawn with fire pit. We stopped there. Below us there was a roll opposite the river bank ended abruptly with a washed-out clay side, behind it one could see meadows with islands of greenery, and the background to all this were two mountain walls, overgrown pure pine forest - without any admixture of birches or other trees. I inflated the boat and the first thing I did was swim to the riffle. Threw the bastard there subject of hariyasa. In the end, I didn't catch anything. It was already evening, usually at this time The grayling makes candles - jumps out of the water and catches insects. I remembered the dance khapiysov, which I observed that summer. But, alas, it seems he was not here... Most likely, enterprising “fishermen with whips” knocked him out here to the last fish. Returned to the camp. Brother Shyrik lit a fire, and Vano stood and unwound boat, drinking beer from a one and a half liter bottle. I don't have a boat with me it was, but as it turned out later, it wouldn’t have been particularly useful... - Drag, drag! Sits! There - on a medium leash. It was already at night, when suddenly, out of nowhere, a flock of small pike appeared in the riverand began to greedily grab everything that moved. Vanka took off the nut, but got stuck on the rail with leashes. While he was unraveling it, brother Shyrik threw my spinning rod and through There was a bite two times later. I was sitting next to him and shining a flashlight in the direction of the ball that Vanka tried to unravel. - Well, to hell with it! - he cut the rope and threw out the “extra part” from three leashes. And he tied the remaining ends together. “Guys,” I said, “let’s drink some vodka, it’s getting cold.” Yes, and something became sad. I usually don’t drink outdoors, but just in case I carry a “duty bottle” with me flask" 250 grams. Anything can happen; fishing is like being at the front. Spilled for dinner "chekyshky" for three glasses and in two sittings they sentenced. Vano right away complained that pampering was not enough. To which Shypik gave a sharp answer with a hint of the upcoming morning drive of the “antelope rot”. Vano's face became a preoccupied tone and he immediately forgot about the supplement. In the morning we had a good swim along the river and whipped the entire surface of the water various spinners. But the most catchy one turned out to be the yellow parrot Vankin popper. In the end, as I said - fish, folded into three bags and placed tightly into the herring bucket it turned out to be level with its edge. But that was all Skinny little peeps, I was yearning for a plump and healthy chub. And him inThere was no river, although Vanka still pulled the small chub onto the ship. We left with slight reluctance. It was somehow cozy here - in this poplar tree grove. The poplar there grew completely different from the one in the city - its leaves were more sharp and elongated, and the bark was light. Later it became known that there were no bites above and below Ust-Yugush over the weekend, yes and in the village itself the fish were not happy. And then a message came that in Kurki (this is Below Artey a few kilometers) small pike are caught. And it also turned out that a day before our arrival, the water level on the river was half a meter higher. Like this. Apparently, small pike gathered from the section of the river upstream and rolled down... And we just got to her flock in time. /That’s all, All, you can scroll further.../