And you didn’t fly on a boat
This story happened on Lake Bolshoy Martyn, on one of the very hot and stuffy days, when the air seemed to thicken, became hot and motionless. And so it lasted for a week, if not more. This would ultimately lead to something. Such periods of total calm and abnormal heat usually end in hurricanes and floods. But that day everything turned out differently on the lake. At least on this lake. And then I heard that a hurricane fell down a forest somewhere near the Ilet River and further to the village of Krasnogorsk. But – all in order.
And you didn’t fly on a boat
In the morning, Pasha and I caught perches
He dragged red-and-white and thorny “sailors” from the raft, and I caught perches nearby from the boat. I also needed a boat in order to occasionally check the ventricles exposed on the edge of the strip of water lilies, which stretched along the very middle of the lake, starting from the ashes of the former winter huts and dugouts in a clean open glade, and ending with a “squiggle” from the water lilies to the side the opposite shore, where in general everything is overgrown with grass. I put the flyer-lanterns opposite the pine mound, where Pasha and I arranged a parking lot with a tent.
Despite the heat, pikes still came across the vents, but they only took them early in the morning or at night. Therefore, especially did not have to sleep. The nights are bright and sometimes I went out to the water and checked the vents. Particularly drawn to the water, when you take a little from the deposit at the campfire in the night cool and under a fresh eye of perch. And on the lake already morning fog creeps on quiet water. A perch pops up somewhere that has come to the surface to pick up a mayfly. And now a whole flock of perches gurgled somewhere nearby. A quiet cuckoo voice is heard in the pine forests. In the east, a bright streak is already visible. Dawn is coming.
I’m sailing to a strip of water lilies, along the edge of which silhouettes of poles with hanging flyer flyers hanging on them are visible. No, this one shows that the slingshot hangs obliquely in the direction of a tightly stretched fishing line, which goes into the lilies of the water lilies. I take up the fishing line, and immediately water boils in the water lilies, a pike rises above them, shaking its head and opening its gills. So pikes knock the baubles in their famous candles. But here it will not help her. She sits on a Finnish hook, from which pikes do not leave (in detail about the Finnish hook).
Soon the pike was already on the kukan. And there I got another one. All … Will not take more. Over the forest the edge of the sun is already red. Ahead is a new hot day. Swim to the shore, inflate a fire, put a pot on the fire. We must drink strong tea. Pashka did not wake up. Let him sleep. He likes to sleep. All the more so, they took a little “from the start” late in the evening. I did not notice how he dozed off by the fire, even after strong tea. There are no mosquitoes, they hid from the heat somewhere. Why not sleep?
Woke up when the sun was already high. Pashka also got out of the tent.
“Well, why, Paha, go fishing?” – I am interested, although I see that he has not woken up yet. Some wrinkled.
“Not … It’s hot in the water.” I’d rather cook potato with stew. Wuhu ate.
– Okay, come on. And I’m on the water.
I take with me a spinning rod and Atoms vibrating spindles and Yubileiny copper ones. There, under the muffler of water lilies, a pike often stands and grabs dark oscillators even in the afternoon.