Competition fishermen. Homeland can not be sold
The competition of fishers is a useful and interesting activity, it teaches you how to fish and love your homeland. Here, everyone can not only show the degree of his mastery, but also just relax and chat with Nature.
You can’t sell your homeland, because you can catch perches here at your leisure.
The bus with the fishermen on a clear Saturday morning gaily rolled along the suburban tract. We got to the place without incident. The lake was quite large, the shores are shallow, marshy. In the summer there must have been mosquitoes … death. And now it’s good. Volunteer. Thaws pressed snow to ice. You walk on the asphalt. In some places, on the water bodies the ice is already failing, it is dangerous to walk. And here is nothing – holds. There local fishermen, musopy cigarettes, tilted above the holes. Occasionally pull black perches as black as firebrands. So. There is fish here. It will be.
The mid-drunk local resident, hunched over and put his hands in his pockets, staggering from the wind and everyday difficulties, looked intently at the guys, who quickly unwound the reels with red flags: why did you come to wrap the wolves?
No, uncle, this competition spot is being celebrated. “Commander-in-Chief” – the chairman of the sport fishing section loves that everything be according to the rules, solemnly.
Build, instruct, raise the flag – as expected. City competitions – this is not a country walk for you. This is not at your leisure to indulge with a fishing rod, every minute counts. Fish must be found and managed to catch. Not everyone does it equally well. I also decided to participate, especially since I like ice fishing and always believed that I can fish. And I caught a little over 800 grams of perches in two rounds (2.5 hours each). Not the most, maybe a bad catch. But, of course, compared with many who came here, I am a weak fisherman. I’m not talking about titled athletes (they have a separate account there). But among fans there are such gags – you wonder. Oh, some of our compatriots know how to fish! And it didn’t bite that day, but managed to pull three kilograms of extra perches. And they have some special mormyshki, and they play with nods of fishing rods – take a look. He will drill a hole and drag one fish after another. The nibble ended, the flock departed – running to another place, again making a hole, again the same story.
“Look for the fish, look for it,” the fisherman’s neighbor advises me: “don’t sit in one place like a stump, you won’t catch anything.”
The weather turned bad. Wind, snow tumbled down.
And it would be necessary to change the place, but again it will be necessary to wield a heavy domestic drill. And the ice, although loose already, but thick, is not going well. There the boy is working with a Swedish drill. Like clockwork, almost no effort. Seriously, apparently, the guy took up this matter. To buy such a drill, just to indulge in fishing at leisure, is an expensive pleasure. This is a sport. A sport that requires, in addition to skills and knowledge, good equipment.