Night hunting.
Summer, July.
It's time to look for night wolves – zander.
For a long time with friends we go on such fishing. It is a lot of pluses: catching is interesting, there is no daytime heat and there are almost no competitors.
But it is not always possible to see the perch.
By 6 pm on the spot. While collecting the boat, a motorboat approached the point. Twisted, caught, left empty.
Swum out, passed with an echo sounder. We looked at the relief – Pepida from 7 to 1.5 m. There is a lot of fodder fish. And the silhouettes of the predator are not visible.
While it is light, we are trying to jig and twitch wobblers. Several poklevok on the jig-bitten tail of foam rubber, plucked silicone.
Something like one word, kilo two hundred.
Hope for twilight and night.
Because of the smog, the sun is terrible.
It is getting dark, and there are no predator flops. Poklevok the same no.
Already midnight, the shutter speed is already running out. Around the silence, the fish as evaporated.
We start to think about the camp and revenge on the matte.
And then I get hit on megabass vision oneten plus 1. And on the cord came a lively rival. The dream disappeared like a hand.
And here he is in the net. Not bad!
Almost immediately, Andrew will get a bite. but unfortunately by. Nearby is a characteristic sudary splash
But … No luck, the output was very short. For more than an hour wobblers drove, tried and jig. Silence.
Swam to the camp on the side. Get up at 4. Yeah barely teared]]]
In the morning on the point again silence. Something like a few perch caught.
Let's go search. As a result, the Okushka up to 100-150 grams was caught in small wobblers.
July is not happy yet, we will not spit fishing, we will find a fish]]]
