With the inexorable approach of winter, it is becoming rarer to find a more beautiful day for fishing. I'm not talking about fanatical anglers for whom no weather is an obstacle. I am also an amateur fisherman. For whom fishing is more like a form of rest and relaxation.
Finding a free half-day, I gather my things without thinking long and drive to the pool. Feeder fishing I chose a lake I already know - Stirniai. This is where I fished last time. The place is comfortable, beautiful. You don't have to cast far and the bream were present at the point. But that time I made a mistake and fished with the bottom. I had to run through two fishing rods and I couldn't keep the crucians in the spot. This time I decide - just a feeder.
When I arrive at the place, I mix the feed. I decide not to experiment and do the same as last time. I'm taking #marmax #feeder + #marmax #malt + #marmax #molasses #caramelia. If a card appeared on this combination last time, I think this one should work as well. From the living, the standard is a wild boar, an earthworm. Half of the box is drowned, the other half is left to run. Initial feeding 10 feeders per point. We put on a leash - we go fishing.
Beginning of fishing
The first three shots are empty. Strange. Last time, it didn't even manage to go down to the bottom as the roaches were smashing the bait. I keep pace. I pass every 3-5 minutes. After the 4th throw - a stake. Pretty nice, handheld. If it's like that, it's fine for me. I reduce the pace to 5-7 minutes. I notice that you need to give it a little time to settle and after a longer pause there are snags. In this way, two hours pass imperceptibly. There is nothing except roaches. Not even a whiting can be seen, let alone a bream. Well, I don't lower my nose. I regularly cut corn in the feeder. Hoping it will attract bream. After three hours, I see a beautiful bend in the limb. Finally. Here he is, the long-awaited bream. Undercut. At the other end is something more difficult. I try to lift it from the bottom - it's a rush. But blows are not bream. I pull myself together - a roach, but not a palm anymore. Well, thank you for that. Adrenaline in the blood increased, excitement. We drive on.
But I didn't go far. A few more larger roaches fell, followed by a small one. By the end of fishing, the roaches didn't want to bait anymore. Everything calmed down. A sign that it's time to go home. And so the fishing ended. Looks like it was the last one here feeder fishing. Still to close in September trout season. And we will leave October to our respected pike.
