How I went fishing - unsuccessfully, several pike escapes. Successful fishing (1 option) How I went fishing in the summer

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In this article I will tell you about my unsuccessful fishing trip, I went with a spinning rod. Usually fishermen brag about their catches, but I decided to do the opposite - to show unsuccessful fishing. The main thing in the article is the video.

I will also announce the winners of the “Best Commentator of the Month - MAY 2013” campaign. There are three of them and they will receive 200 rubles from me. Go...

Fishing

At the end of May I went fishing. Of course, this is not serious fishing, just practice, check your gear, feed mosquitoes and midges. Fished early morning, not far from his house in the village. I suggest watching the video of this fishing. The video included a piece of evening fishing on the same day. But the camera’s battery ran out and I didn’t have time to take full pictures...

I won't give full text There’s no need for a video... I’ll just tell you a little about the snag-free, popper and wiring gear that I showed in the video.

Non-snagging elastic band (rubber fish).

I love fishing in the grass, in overgrown ponds, and luring pike out from under the grass. This method of fishing is quite spectacular and interesting. There is often a stalemate - I know where the pike is, it knows that I am standing here and who will outwit whom. It can be fun. At the same time, of course, the harvest of pike is an order of magnitude higher.

Look at the photo below. There is my combat and catch-free “non-snag”.

In the photo above, in addition to the gear, I put a “felt-tip pen” - a concentrated smell of blood. With which I paint my fish in the area of the belly and tail. Is there any sense in this device? To be honest, I don’t know, I don’t understand. The pike takes it this way and that. This “device” is sold in fishing stores.

The fish itself is sold in its “pure” form, without hooks and sinkers. It is this color that I like the most (more catchy), black back, white bottom and tail, and a bloody part in front, imitation of a wounded fish... supposedly a Hook, in this case with a tendril that removes obstacles from the hook and therefore the tackle is called - unhooked.

For fishing in the grass I use a weight weighing 6 grams, which is optimal for me. 4 grams can often remain on the surface of the water where vegetation is dense. The 8 gram weight sinks to the bottom too quickly, which is not very interesting. But 6 grams is just right, and the vegetation breaks through and does not immediately sink to the bottom.

It should be remembered that this sinker weight is conditional and is suitable for fishing in thickets. In open water you have to look at the place, of course, I always have sinkers with me of different weights, and there are different fish in stock.

Popper

Popper is a surface bait that imitates a fish, a frog... or anything, even a crocodile, from English POP means gurgling (gurg-glug). Indeed, when wiring, the popper makes a gurgling sound, often with the release of water, for example in the form of spitting or spraying like a fan. Often, after running a popper, a trace remains on the water in the form of air bubbles on the surface of the water.

The game of the popper attracts the predator, forcing it to start hunting, luring it out. I have had bites on the popper and evening time when the tackle is practically invisible in the dark. The photo below is my "battle popper". Although he is a good catcher, I don’t like his behavior in the water - he runs uncontrollably left and right, but I prefer it when the popper goes straight or on one side, for example, just to the right of the wiring line.

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In the photo above you can see that I attached the tail to at least somehow accommodate the popper, although there is a drawback to this, the upper tee sometimes gets caught on this tail.

3-stage wiring

For the gum fish I practice 3 stepped wiring. Mainly for fish with a regular hook, without a barbel. This wiring allows you to “examine the bottom”, simulating a wounded fish that is trying to rise from the bottom. I will say that there has often been a situation when I managed to catch a pike after fishermen had unsuccessfully fished some place with a wobbler, spoon, or spinner.

What's the point? The fishing tackle is cast and we wait for it to fall to the bottom. Usually, when it's deep or there's current, I only work with the reel. The tip of the rod is just above the eyes (head), so that the tip can be clearly seen. I make three turns of the reel and wait for the fish to “hit” the bottom, which is clearly visible at the tip of the rod. It is not always possible to feel by “touch” that the tackle has hit the bottom, so the tip of the rod is the main reference point.

The general diagram can be seen in the picture below... Yes, it’s a little childish - drawn. In general, I try not to lift the fish too much from the bottom, this can be controlled using the speed of rotation of the reel, sometimes instead of a whole revolution, you can make half a revolution or even almost “drag” the fish along the bottom, raising the turbidity.

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I won’t talk for a long time about wiring here... Right or wrong... The main thing is that it gives results. I will only say that most often the pike bite occurs at the 3rd step/stage - when the fish, as if exhausted, falls to the bottom. There are less frequent bites when the fish just breaks away from the bottom (at the 1st step).

I usually use a non-clinging tool in the grass differently. I either “jump” on the leaves of water lilies, or “pull” the fish through the dense thickets and “exhaustively” lower the fish to the bottom in clear areas, in openings/windows among the algae.

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Afterword

By the way, I recently photographed a landscape, and this landscape became popular on Yandex.Photos for May 30, 2013. Here is a photo, here it is of course not very good quality, it’s better to look at Yandex.photos, follow this link

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Although I admit, I don’t really like this landscape, I like this “Evening...” (photo below) more - which I took exactly that evening when I was shooting a fishing video and the video camera’s battery ran out. It’s good that I also carry a camera with me all the time. Link to photo in good quality

I'm a city dweller. And as a city dweller, I am accustomed to the fact that I am always surrounded by comfort and civilization; I am accustomed to the noise of transport, factories, factories. Near shops, bus stop, telephone. The fast cycle of life, the alternation of days, weeks, months... Before you have time to look back, a year has already passed, and here it is again the first of September, school and study again. And therefore, the moments of “break away from civilization” are very pleasant and are remembered for a long time. For example, how my dad and I went fishing in the summer.

This summer I was in the village with my grandmother. One weekend my father came and we decided to go fishing. We woke up early that day. It was just beginning to get light and it was quite cool. We threw on our jackets, took fishing rods, worms we had dug up from the evening, bread (also for bait), a thermos with steamed pearl barley (perch bite wonderfully on it), a small bucket, and sandwiches. We got on our bikes and went to the river. There we found a quiet place between two willows, settled down and cast our fishing rods.

We sat for a long time, waiting, but the floats still did not move, although dad said that the fish bites best at dawn. We changed the bait, cast the fishing rods again, but nothing was caught. Dad complained that he hadn’t fed the fish in the evening. And then I thought that it would be nice to put both bread and a worm on the hook at once. So I did. Quite a bit of time passed, and my float began to be pulled down. Hooray!

But it turned out that when the fish bit, you still need to be able to pull out the fishing rod correctly so that the prey does not fall off the hook (hook - quickly and sudden movement raise the rod up). Dad congratulated me on my start. Then things got more fun. Once or twice the fish fell off my hook, but my father pulled one after the other.

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When I wanted to pull out the fishing rod again to change the bait, I couldn’t do it. The fishing line suddenly became tense, and the fishing rod began to bend dangerously. "Dad, help!" - I couldn’t stand it. He jumped up to me, and we began to pull the fishing rod together. I was afraid that the line was simply tangled and we were pulling out some kind of snag (the fish was acting too suspiciously quietly, if it was one). But then the fishing rod jerked sharply, then again. It’s good that I got a strong fishing rod, otherwise it would have simply broken. “Drive carefully to the shore!” the father taught. “Smoothly!” That's what I did. The fishing rod held up, the line did not break, and a huge (as it seemed to me) fish was hanging on the hook - bream. I just couldn't believe my eyes.

When we came home and weighed our catch, it turned out that this big fish weighed as much as all the small ones. Dad chuckled, and I was unusually proud of myself: my first fishing trip - and such a success. Well, let them say that beginners are always lucky.

Until the end of the summer I went fishing, sometimes by myself, sometimes with friends. Grandma enjoyed preparing fish dishes. She boiled it, fried it, and salted it. And every time she wished me successful fishing. And for my departure, my grandmother prepared wonderful stuffed carp.

I read a story about fishing from the doctor today dpmmax and I also wanted to talk about how I once went fishing and even caught a sturgeon. Moreover, I don’t consider myself a fisherman. So, I passed by, honestly. But first things first. For those who don’t remember, I have one sidekick and his name is Edik. With Edik I often find myself in stupid situations. For example, here is a story about how they wanted to kill Edik, and I saved him http://kobilanskaia.livejournal.com/223811.html In a word, you won’t get bored with him.

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It was in the summer, two years ago. Edik called me and said in a cheerful, sometimes soulful voice:
-Emk, let's go fishing. You can breathe the air there, eat fish, and sunbathe. It’s completely green in this metropolis.
And he speaks so kindly and kindly that all the adventures that happened to me in his company were forgotten in an instant. Before I could blink an eye, I agreed to go fishing with him.

Early in the morning, while it was still dark, I met Edik and his friends on the outskirts of Moscow. We counted, divided into cars and drove off. We drove with jokes and jokes for several hours and arrived without incident. I liked the beginning. On the way we bought food. The guys, led by Edik, ran around the store and bought everything, saying: it will come in handy. We girls sedately walked along the shop windows and each of us, out of the corner of our eyes, watched our knights loading up with provisions. Even if we don't catch any fish, we'll have something to eat.

Finally, we arrived at the place. An acquaintance of Edik's was waiting for us at the river. Actually, Edik’s acquaintances were located anywhere in the world. The friend's name was Vasil Vasilich and he held some position in those parts. Vasil Vasilich was a stocky man, he drank a lot and got drunk on everything that moved and stirred around him, which we quickly became convinced of. But for now they helped us quickly load into the boats and we went to the camp site. There we pitched our tents within a few hours. The guys set up a large tent, lit a fire nearby and fried sausages that were from New Zealand.

Then Vasil Vasilich took a box of vodka from his boat, and the girls and I set the table: we placed disposable dishes and cut the vegetables, sausage and cheese that we had with us. Vasil Vasilich said a toast and ordered everyone to shudder. We shuddered. By the middle of the night, everyone was shaking so hard they could crawl into their tents.

Morning has come. I didn’t want to get up, and my head was pounding. The smell of fumes hung in our girls’ tent. Then I imagined the aroma that reeked in the boys’ apartments. Looking up, I saw a whole swarm of bloody-fat mosquitoes on the canopy of our tent. Apparently one of the girls went out to relieve herself and forgot to zip up the tent. I, scratching my bitten hands and swollen face, stuck my head out into the opening of the tent and saw Vasil Vasilich and Edik at the table.

Vasil Vasilich was already in good spirits, and Edik was crawling around the kitchen like a somnambulist. Seeing me, Edik showed a sour smile and nodded:
-Are you like Emik, does your head hurt?
-hurts.
-Are you going to have a hangover?
-Go to hell.
Here Vasil Vasilich intervened. He silently approached me, twisted me and forcefully poured 50 grams into me. It became easier. People lazily began to crawl out of the tents. Moreover, they were all swollen and bitten, which was pleasing.

We quickly had breakfast with oatmeal from packets, drank tea and sandwiches, then loaded into the boats and set out to fish. But we didn’t have time to sail far. Soon the sky became cloudy and rain started pouring down. Wet and angry we returned to the tents. Everyone quickly changed into dry clothes and Vasil Vasilich, who did not leave us a single step, as a hospitable host, took out the remaining half box of vodka from under the tarpaulin and put it on the table. The guys started drinking, but the girls and I refused this time. It rained all day and all night. The male half of our camp was walking.

The second day of our fishing has arrived. Morning. (to be continued)

Saved

This was at the end of June. I was constantly sitting at home, it was very boring. And out of this boredom, the idea somehow came into my head to go fishing. One hot evening I gathered the guys, they took a shovel and a scythe with them, and went to the river. The river is located about a kilometer from my house. We reached the river and found a place to fish. The first guy, his name is Sasha, took a shovel and made a driveway for me so that I could drive my wheelchair close to the river. The second, Lyosha, took a scythe and mowed down the reeds so that there was open place. Such a place where a fisherman sits in the reeds and catches fish is called a masonry or clearing.
Immediately on the same day I took two kilograms of wheat with me. And after the laying was done, I scattered the wheat approximately where my floats would float. When I did all this, it was already about nine in the evening, and we went home. At ten I went to bed in order to get up early.

In the morning I got up at five in the morning, took with me two telescopic fishing rods, five meters long, on which there was a 0.3 mm fishing line and a “six” hook. I was there at half past six. I had just cast one fishing rod, did not have time to pick up the second one to unwind and throw it, when suddenly the float on the first fishing rod twitched, I sharply hooked, and a small rudd, what we call a roach, ended up in my hands. The thought flashed through my head that now only the roach would bite, and there would be no fishing. I changed the worm and cast the fishing rod again, and again, before I could pick up the second fishing rod, the float began to move. Here I hook a box, that’s what we call crucian carp, everything in my soul just became happier, I throw it in - after 15 seconds the float started moving again, I pull out a box again, this time it’s bigger, 300 grams. And so in three and a half hours I caught 5 kg of fish and At about half past nine I came home, slept until two o’clock, then went back to the river for the evening bite, but there was no bite: I caught about a dozen roach and went home.
On the second day I got up again at five in the morning, went to the river, caught a bucket of crucian carp and was very happy. But the next day my failures began. As usual, I came to the river at six in the morning, caught 16 crucian carp, but the bite had not yet ended when the rain started dripping. I had to go home, because if the road gets wet, I won’t get home: the road from the masonry to the asphalt, about two hundred meters, is earthen. When I got home, the rain had already stopped, and there was no point in going back to the river. It rained well that night, and in the morning I did not reach my clearing. The bad weather lasted for perhaps five days.
On the sixth day I went back to my place, but again I didn’t catch anything, although I fed the worms in the evening, as on the very first day. So I drove for another four days and didn’t catch a single box. After that I started driving in a day or two, but again no success. And so one evening I sat on my clutch, slowly pulled a roach (what else can I do?) and was already getting ready to go home. Then my friend Yura comes up to me on a motorcycle and offers me fish, and since I haven’t eaten good fried fish for a long time, I took it from him. He gave me carp worth 500 grams, carp, also 500 grams, and another carp, probably 800 grams. I asked where he got such a fish, he said that he caught it at Krupsky. That’s what we call one pond, which is located five kilometers from my house.
I also wanted to go on such a fishing trip, but that evening I didn’t find a single guy to go with me, and it’s dangerous to go that far in a wheelchair alone. Then I found it and agreed. As usual, I got up at five in the morning - while I ate, while I got ready, I looked at the time - it was already ten minutes to six. While we were walking there, a guy, his name is Volodya, pushed me for about two kilometers so that the wheelchair would have enough charge for the return trip. When we arrived there, it was already half past seven. It turned out that this reservoir was stocked with fish and it was impossible to fish there. We drove up to the guards who were protecting the river from amateurs fishing, in the hope that we will be allowed to fish. They said that we would not be allowed to fish, since the owner did not allow it, but if we were not in a hurry, then we could wait for the owner, he should come. At half past ten, the owner’s son and the chief fisheries inspector for the Caucasus region arrived. We asked them for permission to fish, and they gave us permission. We unwound the fishing rods, just threw them in, sat for about three minutes - I looked, the float went under the water, I hooked it, and with all my strength, I pulled, I almost reached the shore, like a carp, 500 grams, it breaks off and goes away. It’s a little offensive, but what can you do? I cast again after five minutes - it bites, I pull - again a carp. I haven't missed this yet. And so we caught five from about half past ten to twelve. Then the fish stopped biting, but the watchmen calmed me down, saying that the fish would start catching at two o’clock in the afternoon. At this time the evening bite will begin. And it’s true: we sat there for two hours and didn’t bite even once. But at about ten minutes past three my float went under the water, hooking a carp that probably weighed a kilo. I immediately felt more fun, and after that we started fishing. From two to five we caught 18 fish - three carp, the rest were carp, each fish weighed a kilogram. It turned out to be almost half a bag of fish! Volodya caught six fish, I caught the rest. I was happier than ever, I was almost flying through the sky from such fishing. I have never had such fishing in my life.
I'm still impressed. If they allow it, I’ll go there again in a week...

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From the editor
We wrote about this guy who lost both legs in Chechnya [see: RELGA, No. 11 (101). 09.11.2004]. After this there was a difficult struggle for his life. Many people helped him survive - human rights activists and social workers, doctors and nurses (metropolitan, Rostov, Krasnodar, district), relatives and friends - grandmother, sister, father, stepbrother, just people - a lot different people. V.V. did especially a lot to save him. Kogan-Yasny. Through the efforts of these people, his life was extended, but not saved. The body could not cope with such destruction, medicine was no longer powerless, and he died.
Shortly before his death, he wrote his first story, which V.V. Kogan-Yasny sent it to Novaya Gazeta and to our editorial office. “Novaya” published it during his lifetime (No. 53 of this year), but we did not have time. We publish the story in our edition, but with virtually no changes. The text shows how he wanted to live...

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I'm a city dweller. And as a city dweller, I am accustomed to the fact that I am always surrounded by comfort and civilization; I am accustomed to the noise of transport, factories, factories. Near shops, bus stop, telephone. The rapid cycle of life, the alternation of days, weeks, months. Before you have time to look back, a year has already passed, and here it is again the first of September, school again and... And therefore, the moments of “break away from civilization” are very pleasant and are remembered for a long time. For example, how my dad and I went fishing in the summer.

But it turned out that when the fish bit, you still need to be able to pull out the fishing rod correctly so that the prey does not fall off the hook (to hook is to lift the fishing rod up with a quick and sharp movement). Dad congratulated me on my start. Then things got more fun. Once or twice the fish fell off my hook, but my father pulled one after the other.

When I wanted to pull out the fishing rod again to change the bait, I couldn’t do it. The line suddenly became tense, and the fishing rod began to bend dangerously. “Dad, help!” - I couldn’t stand it. He jumped up to me, and we began to pull the fishing rod together. I was afraid that the line was simply tangled and we were pulling out some kind of snag (the fish was acting too suspiciously quietly, if it was one). But then the fishing rod jerked sharply, then again. It’s good that I got a strong fishing rod, otherwise it would have simply broken. “Drive carefully to the shore! - the father taught. - Smoothly! That's what I did. The fishing rod held up, the line did not break, and a huge (as it seemed to me) fish was hanging on the hook - bream. I just couldn't believe my eyes.