Autumn on the semolina

Autumn scavengers in a strong current, who took only the reels of cool semolina ...

Campaigns to the near river were delayed by their simplicity in delivering their mortal body to the actual fishing object, that is, to the river. No need to get ready for two days on a big fishing trip, sorting out gear, cluttering up the house and listening to the grunts of his wife, they say, war is not war, moving is not moving, but it is very similar. Then get almost half a day to the place of fishing. And on the road, he’s feverishly thinking: what could he forget again? .. Forgetting was usually always necessary, albeit a trifle, but sometimes very necessary.

And then I threw in my bag spare fishing lines, hooks, floats, bait, nozzle or bait and - forward. Half an hour and you're there. Moreover, as it turned out, it was quite in a fishing place. It does not turn out to be good from good to search for distant lands ...

Now I often visited a small river, if I could not get out of the way. And fishing in the posting on the principle of Bologna posting usually brought success except for inclement days. But once, going to the river, I did not recognize her: all week there was heavy rain, and now the river spilled like in spring. The current also resembled a spring run of meltwater. And my proven sand spits in dumps in the pits were closed by autumn big water. I had to look for new places, but there it was not like that: either grass or driftwood at the bottom, or the current just like in a pipe. It was not possible to adapt to catch in the wiring. It was decided to check the bottom gear. Only they could work in an unexpected flood mode. The choice fell on the feeder gear. Still, in autumn the fish does not go as densely as in spring to spawn. Although, of course, there is an autumn move too. But here it is required to feed the fish, because, as already mentioned, in the autumn its purpose is not to reproduce the species, but only to saturate the stomach and fat the fat before a long and cold winter. The prose of life ...

He prepared the gear, bought the bait, and was already on the river early in the morning. The water was almost gone, although the weather had been clear for several days. Obviously, it still rained somewhere in the upper river.

I choose a place for a long time. Finally, I see a fallen tree near the opposite shore, behind which the water ran in uneven jets and spun in the opposite direction near the shore. It will be necessary to aim the feeder at the boundary of these jets.

I stuff a hundred-gram feeding trough-cage with “Delphi” bait with the addition of viscous millet, peas and oilcake. Peas, in fact, was real porridge. But I also stuck a couple of sprigs of parsley in the prepared mixture ... For aesthetics and table decoration ... But seriously, once on the Volga it was the lure with greens that somehow caused a noticeable appetite in the bream and ide. Then, on an autumn day, standing in the middle of the Volga on Obi-3, we kept clutching at the fishing rods of the "rings", and the bells rang unceasingly. That’s how it went ... Although over time, I no longer see that the main reason for the success was the addition of parsley. But anglers are superstitious and prone to persistent habits.

From the nozzle and bait I have a semolina, a cool semolina, worms, bloodworms and a pinch of maggot. First I plant bloodworms, as it has been the most popular bait lately. Bites followed right there. But the hook mostly turned out to be medium-sized roaches. Among the fish with a finger, no, no, yes I came across a sorog from the palm. This was already reckless and quite suited me, especially on fast water, where it is difficult to establish successful fishing from scratch. When else you’ll adapt ... But time passed, and the fish came across a standard one: sausage roasts and occasionally bleak. Meanwhile, I already knew that our small city river is rich in bream and scavenger. This has already been shown by the days of successful fishing by Bologna wiring. Where's the fat-lipped ">

Planting worms has not changed anything either. One small thing pecked. A large fish went somewhere. And in stock only a semolina talker and hard-boiled semolina. Especially for the current cooked.

On the first cast, the top of the rod bent and hammered with sharp shocks. Autumn scavengers all the time were, it turns out, here and in a strong current. But they took only the reels of cool semolina ...