It was on the Seversky Donets River, in the early seventies, my father bought a ticket to the boarding house "Machine Tool". This guest house was the base of the plant rest of Lenin, where my parents worked. Arriving at the place and doing all the registration procedures, we finally received the keys to the house. Houses in the boarding house were of wood, such as Finnish collapsible, in summer they were not too hot, and they were almost always in the shadows, grew up around the mighty poplar, saturating the air with its unique aroma. Granny, my broke the host's business, but I was still quite a boy 12 years, taking with a knife, ran into the woods behind the rod, and as without fishing, to which my father taught me to fisher. Rod I found quickly, there were many suitable sticks, cut his whip three meters in length and a half of the hazelnut, quickly cutting off all superfluous branches, ran into the house, cook tackle. Father gave me a little of its reserves fishing line, diameter of 0.25 mm, Klin production plant, a couple of floats, one of whom was a quill pen, a dream of novice anglers, and of course packaging Hook № 4. As the sinkers poured me some pellets in a matchbox, and in addition gave a thin strip of lead, just in case. Bait I put together quickly, measured fishing line slightly longer than the rod, put on a nipple ring and a fishing line passing through the ring at the bottom of goose feather, was to tie a hook leash if I did not apply, because of the lack thereof. Biting off the tip of the excess fishing line, fishing line pinched by a pair of pellets. Nipple pulled the pointed end float like everything, is ready to tackle, fishing line wound around the rod and put it in the house. The rest of the wealth, I carefully folded up in the box under "Monpase and hid in the cabinet. Now it was necessary to dig up worms and I took a shovel from the fire board, went under the poplars, in the shade, where they were last year's fallen leaves. Kopnuv shallow, immediately found excellent podlistnikov, dark - purple heads of which are played in rainbow colors, on their transverse rings. After earning a couple of dozen worms in a can jar, poured them a bit of earth and leaves, for better ventilation. On the way into the house, hung up his shovel back to fire shield, after all tool treasury came home staged worms under house there was cool even in hot weather. In the meantime, come dinner time and my grandmother decided to go into the dining room, there was no time to cook, turn was small, taking trays, began moving to the distribution, inhaling the smell of cooking food. Grandma took me to the floor of borsch and steak with a side dish, half a cup of sour cream, compote and pastry with jam. Currently has almost the same, only abandoned the sour cream. Paying for it all a little more than the ruble, sat at a table and began to feast. From the beach heard the laughter and the hum of motorboats, rescuers were on the alert, watching holidaymakers, rhythmic sounds came from the volleyball strikes, the people relax and enjoy the warm iayulskogo day. After dinner and received permission from her grandmother, I decided to go on shore, keep an eye on his place for an evening of fishing. Wearing a cap on his head, walked out of the gate boarding school and went on shore Donets, toward the village of Merry Mount, located nearby.
picturesque village spreads on the chalk hill on the left side of my fence was the pioneer camp "Seagull", is also located on the balance of the plant. Lenin in it, I also visited not once, but this year my father decided not to send me, and sent us with his grandmother in a boarding house. Theory of fishing I knew well, having read the literature, the father was several books about fishing, I especially liked the "Handbook of fisherman - a sportsman," where a very detailed and intelligible were described by the habits of fish and methods catch them. The sun was hot well, it does not sit in the shade of the poplars, and a little wandering on the shore, I found a spot near the beech, growing on the riverbank. The place I liked the abundance of horsetails that grew three meters from the shore and forming a multimeter strip along the coastline, most habitat lover Herbs - lin. It was written in the book, Lin had to place bait fishing, and I decided to ask my grandmother to cook millet porridge, cereals and benefit products, we brought with them. On the way into the house decided to look at the beach, but swimming did not become the father strictly - forbade me to swim unaccompanied by an adult. The beach life was key people rested a lot, kids and the boys of my age squash near the shore, screaming and laughing, from time to time, the waves from motor boats is incident on the beach and the children enjoyed it, chuckling with delight. Never mind, I decided, tomorrow we'll bathe, and get acquainted with their peers, and now the heart was calling me fishing, sit by the water with a fishing rod. Having come into the house, quickly settle the question of porridge, a grandmother going to the kitchen to cook that - not whether the next day, helping her with pots and food, carry it all in the kitchen. Already showed half of the third and fishing still early days the heat has not subsided, they came to my house I decided to get some sleep. I woke my grandmother, who came from the kitchen and brought with him a fragrant-smelling soup, porridge was standing beside the table, cooling down. Expressing his gratitude to his grandmother, telling her where I was going fishing and catching, she heard me say that my business to catch, but it - cook. Adding a little cereal Makukha, beginning to quickly cool it on a fishing trip because you will not go with the hot, typing in the sink of cold water, lower the pan into the water, the studio Hurry! Impatience is customize and me, it seems that time starts to run faster, shortening my stay on shore. Glancing at the alarm clock, a little calmed down, arrows indicate the beginning of the sixth and heat slowly begins to subside, but it's here, and on the coast will be more zharkovato, because sitting would have against the sun. One hope for the beech tree next to which I have chosen a spot, but neither are a lot of fishermen, as it did not take, I'm not alone so smart! Finally porridge cooled down to such an extent that it could take your hands, quickly place the transparent plastic bag in the third pot and taking the bait and a piece of bread, just in case, took out - Under the house can of worms and almost ran to the shore Donets. To the place - five minutes, and I am already here, a box next to their few belongings fishing, so, first lure, then all the rest. I opened the bag with porridge and typing a handful, throw on the border of algae and water for the first portion fly two more, until enough, a lot of bait can prevent biting. Quickly unwind their bait of hazelnut and baits the hook podlistnikom, the worm begins to wiggle frantically, nakolovshis of the sting, two times turning it around the hook, leaving serpentine tail hanging, let motylyaet them on the bottom. Here's the first casting, the float rises as time, depth is small, pulling tackle, increases the depth of the forty centimeters and pretends to be about to face a total of about twenty meters. In the second casting float is semi-erect position, just what we need, then cap at the bottom. The sun plays on the water surface sunbeams, blind eyes, slouch hat on his forehead, to not beat on the eyes, see not far from me floating flock redeyes, palm-sized, from time to time, the fish float to the surface water and tries to swimming by the river debris. Roll up balls of bread and a click will send him into the water, one rudd immediately decide to verify that there has fallen into the water and the bread disappears in your mouth fish. But I'm interested lin , want to catch this cunning, possessing excellent taste, its sweet meat on taste and almost no bones. But tench were probably their views on this subject, the float no signs of life, frozen from the edge of the grass about ten centimeters. It took about half an hour, but I never saw the bite, just watched the life aquatic dwellers, here's a gaggle glided bleak, flashing its silvery sides, the frog stuck its head out of the grass and stared their eyes on the float. In the middle of the Donets raced boat with holiday-makers on board, is seen as something persuaded to rescue a ride on the river, the waves lazily rolling, approaching the shore. That rocked my float in the first wave, approaching the algae close, no matter how tangled tackle, I thought, but to throw did not and left. Now a quill sticking out of the algae, towering above the thickets horsetails red dot. Vershinku sat on the float a little dragonfly, just throwing me into despair, we had a sign with his father when a dragonfly perched on the float - do not wait for a bite. Meanwhile the sun began to wane, the heat began to subside slowly, the water smelled the smell of algae and frogs began their singing, approach was felt in the evening. A frog sitting in the grass, began to crawl out of the grass, clearly aiming for the dragonfly, is stranded on the float, slowly turning over paws, she was chosen close to the victim, and she sat and waved his thin tail, then bringing it to the tip of the float, then straightening it. Finally, the frog crawled up to a distance attack and jumped forward, grabbed the poor dragonfly, covered with its green body and my float. Found a place, I thought, and took the bait in his hand, gently tapped the frog's head, she immediately dived and disappeared from sight. Float a bit out of the water, showing a red tip, and another five minutes, and thrown, I thought, and along with the worm shifts. Nearby, from the depths, rose a chain of air bubbles, I immediately alerted, it is no accident, someone is there, distinguish the output of gases from the water and fish bubbles I could. Float a little stir, forcing me to take a fishing rod in hand, then with a shudder, the float has gone a bit up and froze in this position for several seconds, after standing a little way, slowly began to sink. Hand as if she had made cuttings, and the hook flew out of water, the worm it was not, deceived me, sly, and maybe I helped him by making a premature cuttings, and left a worm in tench in his mouth. Well, nothing wrong with that No, and baited hook a new worm, make a new casting, trying to put the nozzle as close as possible to the grass. At this time we decided to wait until then, until the fish is not utyanet float depth, enabling it to swallow deep. A few minutes pass, waiting for the float stands motionless, looked up from the pen look around at the water surface begins to play a fish here and closer to me, then away, floating circles and burunchiki, a trifle out to feed. That spurt in different directions bleak, noticing a predator, a moment later hear a powerful burst, beware of small fry, no quarter will be! I guess it asp, I decide I'm just it is an attack hit the tail on the water. Everything indicates that the fish in the river a lot, but I have a lull in the head start to come the idea that we had to start with redeyes and Lin to go through a couple of days when he will begin to get used to prikormlennomu place. From bread and tear off myakushku, moistened in water, starting knead thoroughly in hand, may still have time to catch a few little things on zharehu. Glancing at the float, I notice that he starts out as a bounce in place, anywhere without moving, I decide not to force things and wait for a more assertive bite, a little jump, float moved a little to one side, stood a little, swaying from side to side, and slowly began to sink. Waiting for total immersion float, with a sinking heart, doing sweeps, and here it is, the long-awaited MiG-rod bend under the weight of the fish. A brief struggle, and in my hands is lin, two hundred grams, pulling the hook from the mouth of fish immediately notice the discrepancy hook to the size of Linevo graze on a lin should hook a little more, with my Quartet will be many gatherings. But the bigger hooks I have not, so I have somehow adapt. Omitting the yellow-green handsome in a plastic bag and dropping it into water, press down the ends of the package of stone. Decides to engage in fishing bleak and redeyes, it is necessary to catch the remainder of the little fish, Lineva fishing takes a long time. The more I found that line here is, therefore we must prepare for the morning fishing. Slightly reduce the depth that would cap almost touching the bottom, and spread on a hook roll of bread, do throw the grass, drift catches the line and get fishing in the wiring. Tossing another handful of cereal with cake in the area of \u200b\u200bfishing, make a new casting, the third wiring float slowly begins to sink, as if caught on the bottom and sweeps in the air and flashed a fish, taking the hand of fishes, to determine rapidly in her roach, on silver scales and orange eyes. Well, go and roach, but would bite. Fast forward a fish in a package to the lin, my hands, roaches, very snotty. Skewer new pellet bread, and do throw, posting a second float starts to sink again, light sweeps and the new fry trembles in my hands, omitting a roach in the package and it starts wiggling, I regret to think that I am missing the fishpond, this luxury for a kid. Roach bite was excellent, until the evening, I dragged dozen fishes, incidentally caught and even a couple of gusterok or laskirey, as we called it. Throwing the remaining mess in the water - suitable for feeding line, starting naff, the sun had set behind the woods on the opposite side of a river. Taking their prey in one hand and the other a fishing rod, I go to the boarding house - Grandma probably already beginning to worry. Having come to the house, show her your catch and begin to share experiences with a smile after hearing my story short, it is accepted for cleaning fish. Grandmother's soup supper, I decide to go to the cinema, to learn that the movie today. Going to the poster and find out what today would be "Razin" - French comedy, the ticket price -30 kopeks. Quickly run into the house and begged his grandmother to go to the movies, with reluctance, she agrees, mumbling under his breath that I go to bed. Looking Film and pohohotav over simpleton - Frenchman, my grandmother came into the house and went to bed, because tomorrow is a new day, new fishing and new experiences! After there is still two weeks of rest.
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