Double-caught Pike

Report on catching fly-buggers. City river. Eight Pikes. Someone else's luck.

At one time, it was not necessary to go far for pikes. Predators were caught right in the city, literally in the center, since there was no more than five minutes of walking from the river to the town square of our small city. The place I chose to catch pike was, of course, lively. Near the bathhouse on the river and other institutions. Therefore, the poles of the summer flyer-girls had to be hidden, and when fishing, sitting on the shore, it was still necessary to ensure that onlookers on pleasure boats did not pull them out. The habit of our citizens always spoiled something, especially the incomprehensible ...

On the morning of the weekend I walked to the river. Almost at night, approaching the place, I heard a loud champing from afar. It seems that some large fish licked leeches or other animals from the underside of water lilies. Most likely, carps, and maybe bream, also lived. The krupnyak poisoned the soul of the fisherman, but rarely came across, because he was a city fish, and therefore bored, lazy and cautious.

But now I was interested in a predator, albeit small. One day off you will not go far. I arranged eight flyer-loops with crucians prowling on hooks and began to tease with the maggot the already mentioned sophisticated and ingenious “krupnyak” ... As one would expect, that one, or, apparently, others after a night of gluttony, or maliciously wriggled faces to my brave maggot on the hook. From time to time a plume pecked from the palm, and tugged at the bream. And I escaped the bleak by lowering the nozzle to the bottom. Karasikov did not replace with plots, knowing that such live bait would spin in convulsive circles and would soon emerge upside down in warm water.

But then the flyer of a flyer spun. The fishing line falls off and stretches, forcing the willow pole to slope. After waiting when the predator swallows the carp more reliably, I swim up to the vent and pull out a pike from the grass from a kilogram. From the shore all this is seen dozing off, there was a floater and, immediately waking up, shouting something, waving approvingly.

There were no more grabs, I was tired of catching a trifle, and I got ashore. Turning the boat over, he approached the angler, biting his nose. It turned out that all morning he only watched a large fish rinse, and he caught only one scavenger for four hundred grams.

We sat, sat, “poisoned”, as usual, tales mixed with reality, when it suddenly pecked! .. You could say, it exploded! .. The float, without even swinging, immediately disappeared under the water. A colleague only managed to feel the heaviness on the fishing line and immediately - a shadow! .. Only a piece of fishing line flew out of the water. “I cut it off ...” sighed, it was, a fellow enthusiast, but, recollecting himself, burst out with thunder and lightning about ... What the poor river had not heard. I think, in this escaped fish, due to the lack of ears, the notorious side line curled into a tube ...

Having warmed up, the fisherman put the tackle in order and again stared dejectedly at the floats. And then it already took from me! ..

There was a grip on the nearest zergiz, there was no need to swim far. Having returned to the shore with a pike, I set about for a surgical operation to remove the hook, since I did not have any spare leads on this near fishing trip. Then he noticed a piece of fishing line sticking out of a pike's mouth. He took out his double, and at the same time pulled out from someone’s predatory jaw another bent hook with a piece of fishing line. Called a colleague. He reluctantly approached, gloomy, like an autumn cloud.

- You see "> the variety of woods, and we used Klinskaya, the best of the assortment that was in stores, but not calibrated, simply twisted and shiny. And therefore, transparent and even imported fishing line was considered a rarity. It was impossible to mix up. Having a bite. fishing line of the “floater”, a gambling pike immediately attacked my crucian carp, where it caught a piece of Czech “Silon” in its mouth ...

Having returned the hook to the fisherman, as far as I remember, I offered him a pike at the end of the fishing trip, as I caught eight fish this morning, but he proudly refused. And I understood him ...