As a child I was often sick, and how the parents identified the ticket to the southern shore of the Crimea, in the village Simeiz resort to them. Rosa Luxemburg. Excellent place, a huge park with eucalyptus trees, cedars and walnuts unprecedented size. In the main square of sanatorium was at that time round pool with fish, lived there, and colorful Japanese carp grams of 150-200. Even then I was fond of fishing, my father taught me and something was thinking was, to me then about 10 years. Line and several hooks, I begged my father, when going on a trip. I thought fish of the sea in the rocks, or where to get, but the reality has made some changes.
At sea we were taken by bus and on the beach where we sunbathed, (swimming not permitted), it was absolutely nowhere to go fishing. A desire prevailed when I was walking next to the pool. One fine day I decided, found in a park bush bamboo and broke his slender rod, with two feet in length, having tried it the flexibility come to the conclusion that he would go. In his ward began making tackles, tying a piece of twine, 70 inches, put a piece of the nipple to the float and holding down on the fishing line pellet. Began knitting hook a leash is not applied, considering the strength fishing line, where a 0.20 mm is sufficient. To my manipulation watched my countryman Yuri Panezha, we with him were some of Lugansk. Unable to stand, approached me with a question - where is a small fishing rod? I just smiled mysteriously, putting a plastic float in the nipple. Everything was ready to tackle and I could not wait to try it, as many hands itched, but had to wait for dinner, that would take one versatile accessory for fishing - A piece of bread. After dinner, free time for everyone. What people are like that so doing. The selection was great - pool, checkers, chess, etc. I took the bait under the shirt and went to the pool. First, it was necessary to knead bread, moistened in water, which I did, innocently put his hand into the water. Everything was quiet, someone walking in the park, under the cedars, somebody was generally not seen one voice and all. So exciting moment, having spread the ball of bread on the hook makes the first throw, the float stood on the water, two feet from the edge of the pool. Karpov was not visible, probably went down. Half a minute later the float was moved, sunk a little turned away, cuttings and has been bent rod in my hands, it should be a brief struggle and white with brown spots carp in my hands, probably to 150 grams. Then I thought he was a giant in the children's hands. He took it off the hook, and having admired them, and simultaneously sniffing the smell of fish, lets go back to the pool. I have nothing to do with it, if they know the teacher, I do not doubt big trouble. Looking around and nobody, not noticing nearby, doing re-casting, and after a while the float dives and goes briskly to the side. It is time - Cut and again a nice heaviness oppressed my "udilnik. Quickly remove the carp from the water, this time caught red and a little more weight, excellent bite, this would have on the rate where we fished with my father ... for their manipulation, I missed the moment sneak me my Jyrki friend, he was next to me suddenly and stood rolling his eyes! Such fishing, he probably never have seen and stood with his mouth open! "In my hand beat the carp, I like how it inadvertently missed, Karpik happy flops into the water - freedom! Quickly shook rods, as they say, and throwing bread into the water, step into the case, suddenly who else would notice, then I just do not sdobravat.
Fishing poles of course, I make out later, destroying the traces of the crime. But the soul I am, as they say, led him, That's what instinct!
At sea we were taken by bus and on the beach where we sunbathed, (swimming not permitted), it was absolutely nowhere to go fishing. A desire prevailed when I was walking next to the pool. One fine day I decided, found in a park bush bamboo and broke his slender rod, with two feet in length, having tried it the flexibility come to the conclusion that he would go. In his ward began making tackles, tying a piece of twine, 70 inches, put a piece of the nipple to the float and holding down on the fishing line pellet. Began knitting hook a leash is not applied, considering the strength fishing line, where a 0.20 mm is sufficient. To my manipulation watched my countryman Yuri Panezha, we with him were some of Lugansk. Unable to stand, approached me with a question - where is a small fishing rod? I just smiled mysteriously, putting a plastic float in the nipple. Everything was ready to tackle and I could not wait to try it, as many hands itched, but had to wait for dinner, that would take one versatile accessory for fishing - A piece of bread. After dinner, free time for everyone. What people are like that so doing. The selection was great - pool, checkers, chess, etc. I took the bait under the shirt and went to the pool. First, it was necessary to knead bread, moistened in water, which I did, innocently put his hand into the water. Everything was quiet, someone walking in the park, under the cedars, somebody was generally not seen one voice and all. So exciting moment, having spread the ball of bread on the hook makes the first throw, the float stood on the water, two feet from the edge of the pool. Karpov was not visible, probably went down. Half a minute later the float was moved, sunk a little turned away, cuttings and has been bent rod in my hands, it should be a brief struggle and white with brown spots carp in my hands, probably to 150 grams. Then I thought he was a giant in the children's hands. He took it off the hook, and having admired them, and simultaneously sniffing the smell of fish, lets go back to the pool. I have nothing to do with it, if they know the teacher, I do not doubt big trouble. Looking around and nobody, not noticing nearby, doing re-casting, and after a while the float dives and goes briskly to the side. It is time - Cut and again a nice heaviness oppressed my "udilnik. Quickly remove the carp from the water, this time caught red and a little more weight, excellent bite, this would have on the rate where we fished with my father ... for their manipulation, I missed the moment sneak me my Jyrki friend, he was next to me suddenly and stood rolling his eyes! Such fishing, he probably never have seen and stood with his mouth open! "In my hand beat the carp, I like how it inadvertently missed, Karpik happy flops into the water - freedom! Quickly shook rods, as they say, and throwing bread into the water, step into the case, suddenly who else would notice, then I just do not sdobravat.
Fishing poles of course, I make out later, destroying the traces of the crime. But the soul I am, as they say, led him, That's what instinct!
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