A little sad – winter is coming, but check out the river always uplifting. Let’s go for pike and perch in the countryside Grafskiy Beach on the Lena River, 120 km. from the city of Yakutsk. Checked September 30 evening, a little bit in a hurry, afraid of being late for a last minute trip across the river “water taxi drivers”, because traveling to the island.
Throw the car under guard at a makeshift dock themselves in the motorboat and 20 minutes on the island beauty. Since it was Friday, the taxi drivers were in short supply, people actively moved into the village on the opposite side from the purchase, as well as themselves, plus the added fishermen and hunters for ducks. But intelligently applying skills in logistics in an hour of waiting, we sailed to the desired island.
We go on the road, see the river
The improvised jetty
People are loaded
Battered motor
Taxi driver promised good bite, took us 800 rubles, and sailed away, leaving us to fend for themselves. Island proved a hefty almost completely sandy, as I had thought to carry firewood from afar to life honey did not seem familiar but we guys who grew up in the North and dragging logs only cheered us. Fishing was no point, sitting around the campfire, drinking, eating, put a couple zakidushek (50-meter fishing with two leashes, head worm) just in case and rested culturally, but in moderation. Decided to stand in the area of 5-00, while the breakfast, morning exercise, to present in 6-00 pike-Okunevaya kingdom unpleasant surprise in the form of spoons and turntables.
Note that there is no depth around the island, sandy shoals and Twitch I can, but not like now – I dzhigovik. Excluding twitching and jigging decided barge on iron, just like the old communist times. Had a lot of iron, but jumping ahead to say that from morning to night caught one trolling spoons, 9 grams, silver, made in China. At shallow levels showed himself exclusively to a very slow conducting and fished all day long catching Guys (2.4) Schiemann, I Salmo drop-shot (2.13), we took the time until a good buy for laytovik jig. Convenient and inexpensive Salmo helpful and spoons on 30 meters and there was no point to throw the fish was close.
Island
Island, Misha threw a couple of times spinning, but tricky 😉
It got dark quickly
Green worms of *royal hunting*, strong contagion than feed them interesting? Zhenya zakidushka never caught 😉 Like me on red worms 😉
Lift, breakfast, 50 grams for sugrevu – already cool night and forth. Fished the bay to start, I have one bass, more muffled. We leave on its bank toe, left this bay, front and right main water but also shallow. Immediately men groped the hollow light in the sand and this anomaly underwater perch served as a dining room. Fun began as a machine gun, turntables and my spoons brought dimensional perch on every cast, and also appeared on the cast pike average left-right. If not released, would have filled the barrel, but the buzz is important to us 🙂 and fish soup and zharehu. Biting was all day checking zakidushka, simultaneously threw spinning, pike stars, with one point for 10 minutes shot a couple of fish from 2 to 3 pounds, and these points were all turned out, that was a pike in shallow water, repeating the line coves, and she walked the whole day, I’ve already made a break and went to drink vodka and cook 🙂 ear, as they say enough is enough.
The wind was quite strong, but the bright sun warmed, bare feet sunbathed After eating, thinking that will stay on the second night, we will go home on September 1 in the morning, just drove our taxi driver on the way, see how things were with us on that and poreshat . It was a mistake …
Fish
One of the many …
And this …
Our taxi driver Nicholas, came to check on the way. Weather until whispers …
Night rose storm, tents and gut-wrenching twists, and more rain fell sharply colder, the island represented the smooth surface and a lot of flying sand, white sheep on a river … “arrived” – I thought. Fishing in the morning estesstvenno not take place, we have compiled Butor and peered wistfully into the distance. At 9:00 came the taxi driver with a dog and three hunters, but little space, and we have three. But booted, two stroke “tohatsu” Poper us on the main stream, in shallow water, then the storm could not roam.
Planted on the nose of the drunken hunter because of his unbridled courage, at the helm of four, two in the middle, aft gun – spinning – tents, and this is the first wave. This is something the boat Zadran, despite our alignment, through the transom water came, “tohatsu” puffed, but very insecure, personally I was sweating, miraculously we passed a line and went between the islands, where the wind could not roam, went downstream and walked along the shore to the main pier, wet through, but alive. Everything worked out, thank God, RAV -4 polpinka wound up with, as opposed to “tohatsu” in half an hour I was at home with fish, wet, but soberly and immediately wanted to go fishing again…
No storm in shallow water
On the river white crests
Source: Fish-Hook
Translation: Google
