morning fishing
I will spit on my grandfather’s spoon in the pike’s face
Bright April days delight with the long-awaited warmth and smells of waking earth. Fishermen, after a short break, are activated. Someone trying to catch a burbot by putting a bunch of worms, bird intestines or a slightly wrinkled ruff on a hook. And someone likes to walk with a spinning rod at this time. Pikes are already moving away from spawning, hungry. Continue reading
Fishing dangers
Just a night to sleep. But it happens that such a night becomes the last for some unlucky anglers. This happened the year before the winter season on the Volga, when dead fishermen were found in a burnt tent, who were apparently poisoned by carbon monoxide at first, and then burned in a tent that burst into flames from a gas stove, which probably fell with the fallen man. Continue reading
Disguise of fixed gear
Disguise of fixed gear in summer and winter. Probably, every fisherman had to deal with the problem of maintaining his fixed gear from ruin and abduction. The onlookers, idly staggering along the banks and embankments of rivers flowing in the city, are trying to ruin and ruin the tackle. Continue reading