On leeches and insects with water lilies

Fishing for livestock found on water lilies and mormyshki.

Once I came to the water almost at night, maybe on the shaky border of the night and the beginning of a young dawn. And, approaching the place, suddenly froze from strange sounds coming from the river. As if sonorous smacking and champing was heard from thickets of coastal water lilies. It seemed to me that I can see the sheets moving on the water, although maybe it was just a deception, and only warm air flowed over the river. I sat quietly by the water for a long time, without unwinding fishing rods, and was convinced that the river "piglets" were not ephemeral creatures, but quite real ones. Soft flip flops were heard from time to time in the grass, and the capsules seemed to be moved apart by someone’s strong bodies.

As soon as it became light, I got into the boat and went to the place where some kind of fish was obviously fattening. Turning over several burdocks of egg-lilies, I found a lot of all living creatures on their lower side. Having collected all this stuff in a plastic bag, I returned to the shore, already lit by the sun.

The next night or morning, I was already sitting on the shore of the bay, where the day before I was collecting leeches and insects from the grass. Soon two fly-fishing floats swung on the water. The lengths of my six-meter rods were just enough to reach the edge of the water lilies, behind which the bottom steeply went deep. Brovka! .. Just a classic ... And this time I used the nozzle for those leeches and insects, planted, due to the insignificant size, to the dung worm and maggot.

Having fed the place, I froze at the tackle, while admiring the flaring dawn, whose warm light had already fallen into the still water. The munching of underwater piglets I have not heard this morning. Apparently, the fish sensed my presence, no matter how I tried to be careful. But in the windows among the egg capsules rose paths of bubbles. Water bubbled behind my floats. One of them swayed, as if he had been struck by the impudent chika-verkhovka. For a moment, the float rose, bounced in divergent circles on the water, and then fell to one side. My hand mechanically rested on the butt of the rod. Sooner ... sooner ... And the heart, falling somewhere down and freezing, ordered - it is time! .. Sooner - repeated the cold mind ... Here the float slowly rose and swayed again, swam under the muffler, slowly sinking. And now - it’s time! .. Cutting! .. The birds froze, the dawn went out, and the world around us became only an imperious force, there, in the depths of the mysterious universe, where the fish stopped hard and firmly at the bottom. Disagreeing, she pushed the rod with tremors, but suddenly weakened and emerged among the water lilies, which were filled with golden light. Now amazed and the gold itself, like the sunny egg capsules, the bream lay on warm water, sleepily raising its tail. Pulled by the rod, he dutifully slipped to the shore, but, suddenly catching himself, exploded in the breakers and foam and sank down into the green depths. Barely stopping him, I slowly began to bring the fish to the shore. The bream surrendered. It was visible how, having opened a convulsively mouth-tube, he got bored and lay on his side, blindingly flashing in the sun. Grabbed by the landing net, he turned in it, winding the net over himself, and then hit already in the cage, deafeningly and seemingly freely ...

At first, and then sleepy-amazed, these furious breeds were rarely taken, but with reliable constancy. And yet the moment came when the floats froze in the dreary glazed water, under the already hot sun. Dragonflies calmly and listlessly sat on them, as if they knew ahead that the support under them, rainbow-graceful and fragile, is now unshakable ...

Winding up the tackle, I suddenly noticed that sluggish breakers were spinning from time to time on the surface of the grass, as if someone heavy and careful wandered in the shade of a mistlet, collecting sweet midge and green leeches with soft lips. Mormyshka! .. Mormysh, drills, goats, flies, devils, ants, oats, shackles, caddis flies ... The alternation of artificial and living baits, but they are all in the same guise, in the same food appeal with their furry bumps, stripes, spots and roundness insects ... And if ... I am collecting the longest "telescope" back, I look in the depths of the fishing box for a piece of foam rubber with browned mormyshki, just the color of insects, and lower, without breathing, a small "ant" with leeches and maggot under a leaf of a burdock. Right in a small round window among the luminous water lilies, in a plumb line, on a 1.5 meter line hanging from the top of the rod. And there was a bite, and there were still golden and sleepy bream, spanking in amazement with lips covered with a rainbow, in capillaries, a film-curtain. And there was simple happiness in this lonely fishing in a quiet day ...