last ice , perhaps the most awaited period throughout the winter fishing the majority of anglers winter roads. In many regions, are activated after gluhozimya characteristic species of fish, such as in Moscow or in Vologda is perch, in Rostov land begins an unforgettable whole next summer ice-fishing a large roach. All winter, with varying success, this fry caught in the bays Tsimlyansk reservoir, but in recent weeks to break-up 2ve begins this racket Jordan who came shoal of big fish. Catch it is possible at this time on most ingenuous tackles and in large quantities, but all its nuances, also present, and are in the most seemingly promising moment of the season is very relevant. One such "nuances" and tell you below in the form of those events, which he and identified.
Since only learn Tsymlyansk expanses of the sea, I got it on the last of winter fishing, and catching roach I started just as with the large specimens. Somewhat earlier, the father, and his comrades after visiting Novotsimlyanskom Bay arrived with a large drawer full tarashki and to that herd went, but the ice still holds even if the water a couple of inches from the top has already appeared. To think long and once the next day, dressed in rubber boots, two machines are advancing to the fishing grounds.
Passing good fifty kilometers of inter-settlement tolerable to turn off the asphalt muddy country road, water in the ruts a lot, but frozen during the winter land still allows yuzaya on his belly to get to the coveted post. To further drive up the coastal edge before dawn on the banks of machines already darkness, but on the ice yet, who does not risk an owl, an impact spring rim. Who - that has already begun to celebrate the last days of the season, Who - the coffee drinks, and cigarette smoke spreads in a silent fog cheese, letting the presence of people on the shore. My brother and father, slowly pull out from the trunk tackle and ice screws, and uncle, a friend noticed in a crowd of familiar faces, straight from the lid of a thermos full of coffee, went to chat. Imperceptibly comes the dawn and swayed by the movement shelf fishing tribe fog began to slowly dissipate. Go on the ice was as usual at this time does not quite simple and deliberately stockpiled anyone - that boards have been helpful. In a chain of successive moves slowly over the slippery ice of spring, we pass 300ta meters, such as where - here ... And rustled drilling lolly ice screws and went in search of hungry shoal THIS roach catching people. But ... No such luck - it was during the next three hours of fruitless ice - reshecheniya main crowd began to slowly give up. Lovilos at all, but the size of the fish was no more than usual - Winter. Became clear that the shoal on which everything is so calculated either left or gone to another place of deployment of a large bay. Around noon on 5- meter depth began to slip large Taranaki and naturally those who were still "in the mood" and "state" normal fish were pulled together into one heels, actually, and we were no exception.
lowered homemade winter trough to the bottom (in other posts describe manufacturer) , jerked, spilling a delicious cake and started to catch sitting as usual at this catching on 2 holes. Sea roach took a good, but the size was less than 150 - 200 grams. For this time and in comparison with yesterday's father catches this size is not going. Only after half an hour I picked up on ice 700yu rybehu, with the worm. Another 15 minutes - a couple of the same 20t turned round in a wooden box. Then I just noticed the same nuance ... It was in fact that, apparently, the main expanse of sea ice was gone and the wind rising tide swayed ice in the Gulf, forming a trend. This was seen and extended standing stationary poplavochke and game kivkovoy tackle. Replacing much moving in the water column mormyshku flat with brass crown to lead spent grains began experiment with the wiring. The game proved to be almost useless mormyshku when climbing ice thrown as a bumpy road, and the artificially created during the drifting in the strong side - there were very few bites. I tried to slowly raise udilnik and every five centimeters to pause - work. Without "Shot" on the rise followed bite. Pause, perhaps even more frequently brought Greedy bite, most likely on finishing techniques. The rise continued to centimeters up to 30 and if they were unmarried sweeps or empty vole, the same way did the descent with the only difference is that when you touch the bottom of the nod slightly straightened, and I took a few turns of string.
At this time mormyshka slowly hopped along the bottom. These manipulations immediately began to bring great results, but after changing the moth on a piece of worm with leaving a small tail waving almost all the ram was get at least 500 tons grams. That was the right thing, there was also good bream does not bite on that day standing tackle. Picking up on each posting nice big fish, try a smaller wave his arms, so as not to attract undue attention to the person. Perekurivaya, went to his father and found his brother in the crowd, after then told them about the little tricks and returned dolavlivat last hours of fishing.
back, back home, as always, discussing the successes and failures ... It turned out that after a change of gear and game case they too went up the hill. For the remaining three o'clock fishing even obburivshy their people could not leave without his noise catch and full box they too stuffed. The next day, he incidentally was the last in the season, history repeated itself, and from a smooth release mormyshkas again rescued.
seiner
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| Early morning. |
Passing good fifty kilometers of inter-settlement tolerable to turn off the asphalt muddy country road, water in the ruts a lot, but frozen during the winter land still allows yuzaya on his belly to get to the coveted post. To further drive up the coastal edge before dawn on the banks of machines already darkness, but on the ice yet, who does not risk an owl, an impact spring rim. Who - that has already begun to celebrate the last days of the season, Who - the coffee drinks, and cigarette smoke spreads in a silent fog cheese, letting the presence of people on the shore. My brother and father, slowly pull out from the trunk tackle and ice screws, and uncle, a friend noticed in a crowd of familiar faces, straight from the lid of a thermos full of coffee, went to chat. Imperceptibly comes the dawn and swayed by the movement shelf fishing tribe fog began to slowly dissipate. Go on the ice was as usual at this time does not quite simple and deliberately stockpiled anyone - that boards have been helpful. In a chain of successive moves slowly over the slippery ice of spring, we pass 300ta meters, such as where - here ... And rustled drilling lolly ice screws and went in search of hungry shoal THIS roach catching people. But ... No such luck - it was during the next three hours of fruitless ice - reshecheniya main crowd began to slowly give up. Lovilos at all, but the size of the fish was no more than usual - Winter. Became clear that the shoal on which everything is so calculated either left or gone to another place of deployment of a large bay. Around noon on 5- meter depth began to slip large Taranaki and naturally those who were still "in the mood" and "state" normal fish were pulled together into one heels, actually, and we were no exception.
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| assorted bream, silver bream, tkran. |
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| Winter bream. |
back, back home, as always, discussing the successes and failures ... It turned out that after a change of gear and game case they too went up the hill. For the remaining three o'clock fishing even obburivshy their people could not leave without his noise catch and full box they too stuffed. The next day, he incidentally was the last in the season, history repeated itself, and from a smooth release mormyshkas again rescued.
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