Savvy Fox

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At the lake we were by no means the first. At least a dozen fishermen were already sitting at the coveted hole. And some lay one or two fish. Our usual place — about twenty metres across the Cape oblong, deeply cut into the lake, it was busy.

A tall guy in a muskrat hat in fact, had rounded the Cape, set eight zherlits, located metres in twenty from each other. And to us remained nothing how to get nearby. Drilled the holes, dropped in the water the jig with bait, waiting for bites.

Soon a guy in a muskrat hat took two zherlits on a small perch. Half an hour later another, then another and another. For a while, biting him stopped, and when he resumed, he was the nearest imitation fish brought pound pike. And by noon, he about drawer flaunted, albeit small, but still slide fish. We have half a dozen finger ruffs and Ososkov.

Of seeing someone else catch me off buddy…

— Sasha, — he called softly, “look!” and pointed to the Cape.

I looked there, but didn’t see anything special: high snowdrifts, here and there on the hill the grass is withered, crushed by snow, trees, bristling with bare branches, covered with the bushes. I questioningly looked at his friend: “Say, what’s the matter?”

— See the leaning birch? he asked and when I nodded, he said: — So, a little to the left…

I stared intently at the place he was talking about, and I thought there on a white background flashed something bright red. Again looked inquiringly at the man.

— There’s patrikeevna, — he smiled — she was clearly up to something.

… Fox a long time does not manifest itself. Finally, sticking my head out of the low crowned with a snow cap of a stump, looked around and stealthily moved closer to the border of the lake and the land. And hid behind the tubercle. But there she did not stay and now and then sniffing and looking around, cautiously got out of the lake, hidden behind a bunch of ice. From there watched all that was happening around.

And although she constantly looked around, it was clear that special attention was directed right in front of her — on the hill of fish guy in a muskrat hat. And he was at the penultimate hole to the right, checking out another tackle. Fox kept a sharp lookout for him, and obviously waited.

As soon as he turned his back on her, heading for the farthest hole, a fiery red-haired beauty jumped out of an ambush, lightning darted to the pile of fish, caught the same kilogram pike and rushed headlong to the shore.

We, entranced, watched her antics and did not even have time to react, as another fisherman noticed the Fox with the booty, cried:

— Hold the thief!

The Fox paused for a moment, dropped the fish, but immediately picked her up and quickly took to the shore.

Hearing the cry, a guy in a muskrat hat and looked around, seeing that his biggest trophy slipping away, rushed across the path. But when they reached the Cape, the belt stuck in the snow.

Chase the Fox through huge snowdrifts had no meaning, and he, cursing, returned to the wells.

Let whether, I do not mind… — he complained and finally got the rest of the fish in the bag and hid it in the drawer. So reliable!

We marveled at the ingenuity of patrikeevna, chosen from the entire catch the biggest fish, and spiny perch, pike and thornless. Judging by the cawing of crows accompanying the breadwinner and hoping to feed on the Fox’s table, she went into impassable thicket in the depths of the Cape.

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