House on the lake and fishing. Thus began my fishing journey. It is probably the dream of every fisherman to have a house on the shore of the lake, so that when he wakes up in the morning with a coffee on the weekend, he can not go to the TV to watch fishing shows, but on his own, throw a spinning rod, throw a bottom line or just sit and think 🙂 With this, I fulfilled my dream for a while. I spent two nights on the lake, literally.

First day of fishing - arrival

The first day of the fishing trip started off pretty well. After gathering things and lighting the barbecue, I hurried to prepare bottom fishing rods I mixed the feed, tied the system, clipped the distance (the owner said that the entire bay is 6m deep and there is no need for long casts). I started feeding. I threw five feeders. I put on a leash and shot the sixth feeder already with bait. We didn't have to wait long, within an hour the first half-bream was on the shore. But, unfortunately, the situation did not start to improve. Another half hour later, another bait and a small roach on the shore. So every half hour or less I got baited, but no more serious specimens attacked. Hope was deep in the evening. But, unfortunately, it didn't work either, and from 10 p.m. the baiting ended completely. Even the smaller ones were not inclined to feed. I had to go rest.

The second day of fishing - sadness in the eyes

On the second day of the fishing trip, the weather did not cooperate. it started raining from 7 o'clock in the morning. But it was still possible to suffer while hiding under the canopy. (I was hiding on the passage in the first photo from the right). The size of the fish did not change. Roaches, hammerheads, small perch. No smell of heat. And the greatest pleasure began with lunch. A strong wind started blowing directly in my face. The roof that saved us in the morning no longer helped... The wind gusts reached up to 17 meters, the rain poured down even more and we had to end the fishing. This whole hurricane lasted till late in the evening. In the evening, I didn't want anything anymore... After spending the whole day in the cabin, I only had the energy and desire to cook a warm meal.

The third day is spinning and the trip home

The morning was pleasing to the eye. The sun was shining. A light wind was blowing. But the thought of getting ready to go home was sad. After packing the bottom, I grabbed a spinning boat and went fishing. Just after arriving, I looked at one coast that I wanted to try spinning. And I started swimming towards my goal. When I arrived at the starting point, I noticed another boat - trollers. Without thinking for a long time, I put on the wobbler and started twitching. One bay is empty. I swim further to the fallen tree into the water. Well, I think here I will definitely have at least a knife bite. I cast one wobbler - nothing. I put another one, the situation has not changed. Maybe Meps will at least raise a perch? Unfortunately… Empty. After swimming around the entire coast in this way, I returned to the cabin. After packing the last of my things I put the kettle on and made myself one last cup of coffee before heading home. I sat down with a delicious coffee. Anyway, it's a pity that nothing more serious could be caught, but the time was not spent in vain. Very well rested from the hustle and bustle of the city. Constantly buzzing trolleybuses, buses, taxi drivers. 
You won't find such silence in the city even at night... After all, fishing is not just about catching fish - right? 🙂 
And I will definitely return to this house...?