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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
On the Volga from the shore
In the morning, the Volga resembles a large lake. Almost no current, and along the coast stretch strips of greenery. Hydroelectric plant gates usually open at around ten o’clock. Only then can you start the engine and go to checked their places. Such places are mostly located on the right high bank of the Volga in the area of the village of Kokshaysk, where both the depth is greater and the current is stronger. Continue reading
