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ISLAND - memories of favorite place. To return

lyrics, the subject of this post will be discussed is with such a bias. The fact that shortly before I started series of articles about deaths due to weather conditions and human carelessness, interesting reservoirs Rostovskie steppes. This pond is no exception, although it still exists even in the face and carp and crucian carp caught by a very successful, but each year siltation of water bodies will inevitably pulls him into the abyss of death ...

early spring on the island.

You might ask: "And where does the island?» The first is the only friend I POND , where there are islands, and secondly it as an indicator of aging water and the slow pathological fracture. For us, the then high school students the central and at the same time the most beautiful island was a favorite haven of fishing. Despite the fact that perfectly otrybalitsya on Carp can be in different parts of the pond, the island was covered with beautiful elms oasis in the red clay and burned under the merciless summer sun coast. Two others were lifeless buryanisty and less promising in terms of fishing. Like all students, we looking forward to summer vacation, what would relish narybachitsya, nakupatsya, catch crabs and just sit by the campfire telling stories.

Waters himself is an artificial pond created during the base farm early last century with a large number of bays and coves and a maximum depth of 3 - 3,5 meters. In the area of \u200b\u200bour beloved main island of the strait was the depth meter and a half, and the primary wide area around 2. What else set him apart and made it so interesting, because it's underwater covered rachimi burrows eyebrows and clay cliffs, surrounded by silty bottom at which liked to go out to eat carp.

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«Zatar groceries at the store for a few days fishing and gathering belongings on the beach, we swing the boat and several lots in a well-worn rubber-old woman Omega haul everything needed for their stations. Someone - it begins to pitch a tent, someone - that harvest the wood for the night of the dead and withered branches and roots of elm, and who - it puts on the shores of Donkey in the hope of carp.

Karasu on the island.

supper, disperses on the coveted point to admire the evening and dawn contemplation, time and again indicating that bite the float. Sunset smoothly flows into the night, and the scorching heat gives way to 40ka degree raw coolness. Boys fry stockpiled on the eve for a shish kebab chicken, but I get around apart from the evening makushatniki . Where to tighten sagging line, where I was eaten Articles fry cake, but with a couple still shoot sazanchikov. Size is certainly not transcendental only 1 - 1,5 kg, but then subsequently trofeychiki poyduschie on the salmon. First half night flying over bikes under eating fried chicken.

return from the island ...

slept a couple hours, drinking tea and check makushanki apart, remove the fish and lure their homes in anticipation of the morning bite. " So goes a day of island life ...
The biggest problem of this type of artificial lakes sediments, and the proximity of settlements in the event that the pond is not clean, he slowly but surely tightened mud during the rains and floods and killed.

Island at the moment ...

«Our Pond" and "our island "is still alive, but the order of the island washed away, and elm trees that adorn the coast were killed. The depth of the pond in the area of \u200b\u200bthe island is now just inches 40, and contaminated coast reminiscent of the once former popularity and greatness of the reservoir.
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