Copernik fishing, or 100 miles in Armagh

Meal of the virtual world. Hear the story of this fishing.
Not everyone in Houston knows that Armagh is not vodka, and the name of one of the most beautiful rivers in the northern Primorye. When my friend Andrei Kid, a graduate of power proposed splavitsya for her and one for fishing, I agreed without thinking.
The road there - distances of 850 km found. On the bus we arrived in Vladivostok, the train-to Dalnerechenska on passenger car to the TV and in a truck on the road to the forest clearing in the weather four miles from Armagh.
In Vladivostok, we waited unpleasant surprise, it turned out that ticket Dalnerechensk is not. Nevertheless explained the situation cashier, allegedly, we are waiting on that train. - Hearted woman moved to our sympathy and offered to come later. Somehow it known one way it brought us those two tickets to the general wagon. At the beginning of planting, we waited and, of course, all the bed-ridden places (top shelf) has been on a neat and quick.
Had to go sit, not ambition that squad. In wagon was wicked tesnotischa and smell of sweaty socks. In such circumstances, I have not had slapped on rails, but the idea of the fishing situation eased. Despite a law banning the consumption of alcohol in public places, people kuchkovalsya for tables and deep spitting article kryuchkotvortsev.
At 8 am train approached Dalnerechensku and we are pleased vyporhnuli wagon morning freshness. At the ramp we have seen Andryuhin odnokursnik Sanya with her father and uncle Sergei Anatoly, a geologist and seasoned traveler. The two machines arrived at the village Roschino. There we waited another friend of Andrei Institute, Alexei. Alexei himself lives in the village of East and Roschino his grandfather. Father Alexei kindly agreed to lift the company out of eight people to the point of departure in a truck.

Having firmly, Weimar to run and move in the way. Only in the late afternoon, six hours to come to the end ice. Unloaded things. In "happy" at the news that the river to another 4 km foot course. As soon discovered that stowage has mass. Raft, two rubber boats, two tents, fishing rods, sned etc. So we had to heat one and a half hours through the bushes on flood and blood. Bush vzmoknuv, I finally heard the long-awaited noise running water.
Armagh all 100 justify the name stands vodka, was ice and crystal clean. Skinuv almost overwhelming load from their shoulders, I felt a state of weightlessness. Situated on rocky Xhosa, everyone took their business. Who nakachival boats and float who zapakovyval belongings in plastic bags, so as not promokli. In the case tried Fishing.
Curiously, the first lucky me. Float drowned and screaming : "Go here, home! "I pulled out Lenca 20 centimetres in length. All congratulated me on my first innovation and advised to issue a sea of glass in the home. As it save? I found mine on urban standards quite decent. I just did not know what the river is lenok really.

When everything was ready, we tossed things on the boat and set sail. Andrei and Sanya sat in a small, double. I Alexei and his younger brother Schurick by boat more. Sanin father and uncle with his 13-ence son Charlie to float SAP. Alexei and his brother were very experienced fishermen and ever taught me how and what to do. In truth, Alexei methodically pelted IV.pmd. 10 minutes of this, no good, and I thought that the occupation is history, but suddenly spinning izognulsya and where there were boats, zashlos surf. Alexei with a calm smile, not haste, to podtaschil boat that desperately barahtalos to IV.pmd. It turned out it was the lenok, so that what I ahnul-Beauty in kilo weight.
The eight selected evenings for the first parking space and docked. There had to go ashore as much as swarms of small Midge has assailed me from all directions. I think that anything particularly loves non. At least I and my landscapes Andrei proved particularly susceptible to it. The rest simply otmahivalis. When moves, Midge beset with less. Put tent set up an encampment, prepared soup.

And this is the first chance we have a night on the shore of the great river. We sit around the campfire. The table is simply fabulous. There is a premier ear, and fresh bread, and sausage and bacon, tomatoes and cucumbers with, and fried on a fire lenok. Something I forgot? Well, certainly, sorokagradusny fellow Armu- "ice", "Kuzmic. Yes, difficult was Denek. At this point, even Midge seems less pristavuchey and severe.
After dinner fishermen have "myshachit." By spinning tseplyayut artificial mouse (although a paralona, although a piece of furs, coiled around the cork) and abandon it as far as possible and then motayut Poland itself. I also tried, but none poklevki not happened, however, as other. Only the lucky uncle - Anatoly Lenkov caught a couple of 1 kilogramm each.

The next day I woke latest. On the morning morosil minor Rain, which, in fact, the lunch is over. Together, sometimes more. Armagh is one of the most picturesque rivers Primorye, landscapes simply delight the eyes. Decided berth to the bank kilometre from the place of celebrations, rocky Xhosa. Boys said that in such places is hariusov. Indeed, caught 10 pieces of silver rybeh beautiful.
Waters continue Alexei pokidyvaet IV.pmd again. And again, after had an anti lenok weight in kilograms half moved in boxes for fish. If they decided to stop at the bank of beautiful lake. Alexei taught me IV.pmd stones. Nothing is produced. He caught on the gear still flies Lenkov. Pulled out and I lenochka 700-gram cool feeling.

Sometimes more. Alexei with brother methodically vydergivayut hariusov out of the water. In other crews met at a dinner. Each brigade lot of fish. She immediately cleaned and Kimchi, in order not to miss. After lunch, I pulled out the 3-good Lenkov and one pike.
Hours 8 pm to return on a regular berth. Again this fats Midge. Again, the great dinner. Fried Lenca simply are melting in his mouth. For dining conversation is mainly about fishing, good guys recall many amusing stories from his practice. Many states and the Tsar fish-trout. I wonder if I will see it or not. So far, none of this augurs. Last year Alexei caught trout at 23 kg. Struggled with him one and a half hours. , And told his friend, whose life paralysed fingers of one hand. He fought for several hours with the 50-tikilogrammovym monster and could not miss the main trophy life. Guys go again "myshachit", but I prefer to go to sleep blood.
Pozavtrakali ushitsey. Then I caught the pike and missed a large Lenca. Strong, these devils! And so, again in the way. Again Ubundu, which there are obaldennaya nature. On the way to get pike, evolved in the field is complete. If we find a suitable place, stop, get Lenkov, clean and Kimchi fish. Our boat is found, then away. So a boat sailing double Andrew and Sanya. Suddenly they poslyshalis brought screams, the boat changed course. It turned out the creek pereplyvala animals, and they ran it for a laugh. Mink, a diving, again sailing on the surface, easy thing to chase.

On his way across the motorized fishing boat inspections, which speed sailing against the current. We did not ask, just looking to ascertain views. Why inspector? The nearest town to us, Dersu, 120 km, millstone, and the Far Cut-Vostretsovo further.
Back to 8 pm prichalivaem to the bank on a regular night. This is the last night of the river. I okutyvayus from head to toe, but still manages to go Midge under clothing and bit of stomach! Again, "dinner and Kuzmic. Night bezlunnaya, fishing promises to be good as the guys said. Conversation rastyagivaemsya along the river. They hear only the whistling lines and slaps on the water artificial mice. Guys occasionally pull of the dark waters decent Lenkov.
Strangely, why am I not fish? Perhaps there is a secret. But I was fortunate dream so that spinning almost broken. Judging from the resistance to 2 kilograms of fish. Heart more vigour. Not slowly, trying podtaschit Lenca closer to the shore. Cotton! Fell, beast! Feelings of resentment non-transferable. Gradually, people sleep at odds. Only 4. Those who do not spitsya : I Alexei, Jura and Sanya.
Suddenly I heard : "All of the water! " What? It Alexei podtsepil something big. We stood by and watched during the struggle. It seemed that the mouse hill for koryagu neither forward nor back. A couple of minutes later to load, and Alexei slowly rotate the spool. Water suddenly vspenivaetsya rybina candles and jumps out of the water. After 15 Minutes "taymeshonok" as called him Leja, lies on the shore. Beauty kilogram 8. Here, I saw, finally, the king fish. Throughout the night, not sleeping, but was not poklevok more.

Way back in the morning. At a riverside stop cleaning fish. In one stomach Lenca found mouse, another was in the oesophagus, and this is zhadyuga and chemistry klyunul! At 2:00 can reach a meeting place. Is everyone? The three days flew by as one. No, I have not so Fishing.
Thank you, Armagh. Thanks to the boys for a holiday. Thank you, my native land, the fact that there are such places. And how much more beauty stores have our budgets, and perhaps life is not enough time to see everything.
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