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first output at sea in the season. New place - trophy ruff.

Wandering through the market, went fishing pavilion, to be honest did not even know why, perhaps, to see than it is now littered with stalls. Saw the fresh shrimp and could not resist and bought a motivated to go to sea. When he returned, and went home, good tackles from last march on Neberdzhayskoe reservoir were collected. Then events unfolded rapidly and this output provided the impetus for the three subsequent fishing.

FISHING ONE: Talking to Friends, changing his habitual SEASON AND FIRST IN SCORPIO.

Another impetus for Fishing was a dead calm, which I saw smoking on the balcony. This is not often the case in the bay. Collected thermos of coffee and three hours of the day out of the house. Slightly to reflect, decided to go to the edge Sudzhukskoy spit - my favorite place. Rustling shingle and looking at a light wave from a distance noticed that the spit running tractor. Coming closer, I realized that leveled gravel and makes steep cliffs. Kneaded in fact anything that can be - the legs can smash on these ruts, pochertyhavshis moved on. At the Cape noticed a peasant apparently sitting on a mullet, I did not know that this is an old acquaintance of an old man.

first scorpion season.

Bespattering first donk, and before the second baited hooks, as there was a bite and the first in this season Marine ruff - scorpion came with a sheaf of slime from the abyss. Photographed by a stranger, and threw the tackle, at last - the second set. Minutes later fifteen occurred more bite, this time a worm tempted thick-lipped greenfinch . And the silence ... so spent an hour and then noticed that muzhichek met and goes home. Approached me, greeted me. Then I just found it an old friend old man asked him catch it turned out that kefalka already gone, but weak. Once again he grumbled at me, saying: "Why are you here remember? I told you, Cheshi under the overpass! There are deeper! "And in truth the last year he gave me too obhayal (age apparently has its - grumpy old man), but I was not worthy to go there. And this time, I think anyway, no more bites, so there is nothing is not lost - met and went out.
passed stronghold rescue, followed by another 200 meters along the shore and was under the overpass. The old tower, which each year color, was really at a greater depth than it was on the edge of the spit. Tackles were collected, could only perenasadit worms with shrimp and toss. Throwing away - M, 70 - 80, as a follow-fishing found in vain.

Red mullet - a big fan of the worm.

peck beginning immediately, and gradually began to fill my bag and Goat perch (smaridami) . But there were many idle bites, it's riot greenfinch, deftly overeat hooks. Stayed until the evening and at sunset he went home, satisfied and the first catch of the Black Sea and a new place, where it was at times less than the hooks and herbs. The only thing I forgot to say is that for the first time I watched a school of mullet walks (a type of mullet). Jumping out a candle from the water by several times, he than - a bit like carp, and the fact that the one he does not jump, forcing enjoy this beautiful fish dancing without taking eye.

So catch ....

FISHING TWO: Rain and captured RUFF.

The next time came a day later. Then whole day was a fine drizzling rain, and this verse, and I'm hoping that will no longer went to fish - was wrong. Only came into place as the rain came down with renewed vigor.
Fish do not bite and spin, slowly but surely get wet through, not saved, even the good old "Hill" (costume mountain) is essentially brezentuha. Until 6ti hours when the rain stopped and sat down to a thick fog, I caught only 2 bulls, however, quite good. Wet and chilled, but all the same expected yield of fish. And as it was not, not .... "How - what the Don, I came across a situation where the usual distance from the shore the fish did not take, and was only the 20-meters from the shore." Remembering that case, decided to rearrange the Donkey at close range and .... It worked.
turned out that at this distance, the grass is even smaller and has a small pit with a sandy bottom. Became well poklevyvat red mullet. At sunset, caught a few smarid. Dark. On one of donok that - then feebly lifted a bell "Bull - I thought." After sitting for a moment that - as the bell jerked so much that he already had fallen. Hooked and brought quite good brush. What was interesting is on the fishing line leash flutter fine bull, and sat on a hook below the ruff.

Trophy ruff.

mean everything - still beat the bull. Remembering that I several small bulls prepared for cats, has decided to impose on the hooks. Half an hour later at the baited gobies donk bite occurred and at the end turned round krupnenkaya fish.

Ulovchik that day.

on the bank revealed that it too ruff, so what! At half a kilo ! Yes, good, such instances I have not come across. More bites at the fry were not, and I began to catch a broach. Over the next 40 minutes were caught more 4re ruff and a pair of krupnenkih bulls. Glancing at my watch, it was a quarter to 12, decided to go home.

FISHING THREE: catch in Broach , A RUFF somewhere gone.

In the third way has decided not to hurry and go to watch 6ti. I wanted to catch without getting distracted by Donkey in broaching and drive to the shore St. wobbler. Arriving on shore, he noticed that my place is busy, had to sit closer to the rescuers. In broaching the top pick once, but beat all the one same fine greenfinch, the bottom of this place was covered with filamentous algae - a favorite habitat of wrasse. I went back down the coast, the story is the same. About 8-sitting in my place peasant My wife and I zasobiralsya home, and I took my old point. Nearby sat an acquaintance from the past output of a fisherman, he also caught a broach, but prisolennuyu shrimp and quite successfully. Pecked him sizobokie beauties smaridki and slipped greenfinch. I also took a worm mostly mullet. Gradually damp mist descended, and the sun, and so that was not visible, just gone. Came to "gray" overnight. On almost every posting followed the tentative bite - Hitting the small bull.

Unknown to me fry.

Then, on the shore there was a bite in the form of fractions, hooked and pulled unsuspected fish. Like where - that in an Internet photo of the fish seen, but I do not know the name. Admiring, released her back. On the next pass of all, that he took brush, but it is so small that the - for the spines, and most could not see. Just started taking the ruff I decided, you should leave the spin. The next hour passed in fruitless waving stick. Up to 12 remained for about an hour, and the fish did not bite. Already before the departure of home caught a second ruff and perch. At this time I was going home with a sense of dissatisfaction in a failed me because of the lack of biting concept.

FISHING FOURTH: GOOD DAY AGAIN cool and LOAD NIGHT.

Redfin - laskir.

The fourth time, came out in full combat ammunition in hopes of catch stationary Donkey. The goal was to Goat and perch. When approaching the edge of the beach "Aleksino" again noticed an old acquaintance. Traditionally, chatted with him, learned that the entire bay packed with mullet and mullet so and do not bite. On the other hand, said there was one bite pelengasa, but miss the bus. Gave my grandfather a cigarette, and he moved on.

set up the Donkey and began prepare a column under the broach, but just did not have time to collect tackle. Peck at the top right away, but the shrimp are quickly shot down. Transferred to the worm. This time he was not the earth, and the purchase of California. Advantage over my - dacha was obvious - this worm, tougher and much better kept on the hook (but worth noting that it is small in the bank). Until the evening, with varying success poklevyvali mullet, perch and bullheads, and at sunset caught the first this year, the Marine crucian carp. Sat, like past times up to 12 nights, nearly empty, catching only one more carp and a ruff. Packed up and went home. Not at night, so at least since the bad capture. 2va As a result, a dozen red mullet, about the same big bull, pieces of eight perches two carp and a ruff go at pickling.
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