On the Volga ducts

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Long wanted to go to the Volga all the staff, with all three sons. And it does not work: it is work, family, senior, graduation Junior, difficulties with time average. Finally was able to bring everything together and to go for a couple of days on the Volga Islands.

Not slept all night. Another short night in July. When to go if in two hours almost light. Twelve began to collect the fishing gear in which living like a explosion scattered. Like and spacious house, but stuff like going for a week. “Do not forget what,” scratchy thought. All because of me. Guys are more frivolous, and fishing from time to time, I don’t know what was happening. Besides, this time we go to the ducts in two boats. Leading is boat PVC “Delta” with a length of 3.2 m, and the trailer will pull with a regular old rubber band “omega-2”. The kids one is already a senior in a hundred weight pulls, and little brother after the army came in the shoulders. And I’m not a slender young man “semnadcati short years”. Ninety, probably a kilo now. No less. I think the motor will have popyhtet, as things with a tent and other things had accumulated. Well, this is always the case before fishing. The water is usually somehow becomes easier, just look bluish in the distance and the Islands in the morning mist.

In the first hour start to boot in Dimkinoy “Logan”. What good is a boat that I bought last year, so that fits in the boot of this Renault with the motor. But, of course, have in the cabin to be cramped up with things, something on hand to take sons. A lot of hassle and hustle and things fishing on a fishing trip. Before, when I stood on the Volga duralumin “Ob-3” in the dock, Yes, most of the equipment was in the shed-the garage, more comfortable rebutias. But came the restructuring (screw that bitch with her organizer..!), all sold out, including the island with the Creek, where stood my boat, thieving people, which to the surprise of many divorced, stole my motor “Whirlwind” and now crowded with all belongings and the small boat in the car… the Pros in this too. If used only in one place, which in the end became boring, now with a boat and a motor on any large body of water to go. Only here technology such trips will have to change. Boat and major swag on the trailer, and himself in the cabin to bask in the spaciousness and comfort.

On last year’s experiences, when the summer like a predator hiding somewhere and did not take in the ducts, now no longer hope only for spinning. Took this time with him and feeders, and float rods. Bait filler made in the form of “slipinski” Kashi da took the packet of dry mix from Dunaeva Premium Bream. From bits and baits: worms, dung, maggots, barley, corn “Bonduelle”. In the ducts, though weak, and walking level, depending on the mode of Cheboksarskaya HPP, but it is necessary to check and “peaceful” gear. And, as it turned out, it was the right decision.

Morning found us in the road. Drove Visonary, Arda, and that’s turn on a forest road near the village with the strange name of the Chemical, which is why some name – Khimki, though it was not the Moscow area. And plants with no production corresponding to the name. Pretty settlement among the pine forests and birch forests near the Volga water.

The road is nearly straight across the sandy hillocks and hollows. Flashed on the left side a small crucian lake, and here it is – clean high hill with verovatno noisy pine forest. We leave the edge of the clearing near the water and set the machine. Arrived.

Pumped boats taken “a little bit” for arrival and loading. Senior Dimka gets together with some of the things in the “Omega-2”. It clings to the tow sling, and I start the engine. How long are the “Troll” prochinese. He has no leak of fuel. Then, finally, grabbed, and there roared the Troll our way. Forward! Nothing pulls the kind. Not racing speed, but is quite passable with a boat in tow.

Now we have to avoid all of these bands and Islands of grass and reeds, hemp, sticking out from under the water. It is a shallow part of the reservoir. Circle grass and driftwood is the remains of former forests. With a more powerful engine possible and unpleasant consequences to enter of run into a snag, or worse, an inclined shaft, not knowing about the fairway.

But now, finally, we come to almost the finish line. Ahead you can see Kuzma-Kozmodemyansk on the high hills of the right Bank of the Volga, on the right – Fried the hill, on the left, channels between Islands, where we keep way. Turn into the first narrow canal. Here silence. Immediately subsided Volga wave coming from the West who greeted us, barely out of the shallow “gabrovnica”.

It soon landed on the narrow island in the middle of a wide duct, into which we went through the gap in the island. This is our summer residence. The island is narrow, well blown by the wind, so there is almost no mosquitoes. This is a big plus. Come in deciduous woods on the neighboring island, and then be plastered with howling kumarihamy, well, just like in life… And here the mosquito-men more nectar foraged but then twisted fun to the evening sunset, singing songs of praise Yes, prowess, and that only to drink blood… (Women, do not read my reports… lying, Lying, you are sometimes too nice and gentle there. And best creatures in the world, well, not every day, of course…)

But mosquito island completely enclosed by alders, birches and other deciduous forest, very good as a cozy Parking lot in the fall. Dry pretty glade on all sides tightly closed trees from cold winds. Though the tent is put, though bonfire night Karoti. There are no mosquitoes, only the wind humming in the tops of birch trees.

Initially held at the Bayou on boats with spinning. This time is entirely dedicated to catching the screening of fans of different types and krenim. I regret not having taken kastmaster and other narrow spoons, as spinners and wobblers poklevok was not. Even the fans are painted my favorite blue Fox, black and red specks, gave nothing this time. But is specially ordered for lures “Phishing Expert” exactly this color.

But did not take not only for us. In this first desert Bayou two hours plied the motorboat with three fishermen and vacationers, which also waved spinning, but there didn’t catch a single fish.

And that’s why I regretted that I did not take kastmaster is due to frequent blows on the water, fattening the predator. Apparently, fatten not a pike. I put on the edge of the grass five year Gerlich-flyers, which not once rescued in bellevie predator. They had one grip, but the bait was not reduced, as happens during the grasp pike, and the like Obertan toothless mouth. However, a negative result by Gerlich could be related to the fact that the authorities couldn’t catch us the little fish for live bait. All took a heavy redfin and plotnicki. Chose the smallest of them and put imitation fish, but the pikes they were too big and heavy, not to mention the Chub. Yes, and pike, though, and attacked his fellow only a little less, but the bait fish on the gear it prefers relatively shallow.

Well, now about the feeder. Initially we had to cut branches over your head so that you can throw. Then got very comfortable. For us – the tent, and on the Bank and the feeders are, and the float rod found where to attach. I fished one rod, along with a feeder.

The first bite was on the feeder at Ivan. Initially, bell blurted out quietly, as the little thing pulls, and then went a little louder, but still a pointer-quivertip nodded vigorously. Times!.. And drags Ivan from two fish – Rudd-beautiful gold and roach. To tackle two of the leash. Took the fish, the corn, who maggots. But larger across, as it turned out, corn. Only skimmers prefer maggots and “sandwiches” of worms and maggots.

Closer to the night and two catfish caught the lobe of worms and maggots. Never we slept the second night. Only Dima was driven to the tent because in the morning he is behind the wheel. In the night from time to time took the bream, sometimes quite a decent size. The month of July, the time of night catching bream. The rate is in the morning. But as soon as dawn broke, as the bite stopped. And it soon became clear why. The wind blew, the sky was clouded with gray dud, and back we went under a fine rain drizzling. And when you came home, we all began a real storm. Still pecking… Probably, the predator did not take because of bad weather. But the bream, roach and Rudd it took. However, when the weather is stable with normal blood pressure could and hardened bream caught at night. But still have a nice trip!.. New gear work perfectly, and this is important. And the fish will find it. Half a summer left and autumn.

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