With spinning on the Pechenegs

For many fishing enthusiasts, being with spinning on the Pechenezh reservoir in the period of the autumn predator predator is a cherished dream. Therefore, having phoned friends, we decided to make this dream a reality, and one Sunday, Lyoshin BMW was already racing along the highway in the direction of the village Martovoe. Fishermen come here for a perch, if you are lucky, you can even hook the ship. Quickly pumping up the boats and loading our spinning with micro jig twisterochki we went to conquer the expanses of the Pechenezhskaya water plain. Alexey, being the owner of a boat with a motor, towed us to the other side of the reservoir: it was less windy there, and the places were more interesting and deeper.
We parted along the shores overgrown with reeds without losing touch with each other. The day promised to be interesting in all respects: firstly there was no strong wind that would prevent the casting and especially the wiring of the small bait, and secondly the weather was wonderful for the autumn-bright and warm summer sun that does not create as much heat activating fattening perch. Perch during the day pecked interestingly and differently depending on the size and variations of the entries. Striped rarely sat on the hook immediately.
Basically, after throwing the bait and a small pause, during which it dived into the water column, light biting twister began, a kind of test for the belonging of this creature to the edible legion of the aquatic fauna. And here it was important not to break, starting the cutting immediately after the first few strikers, and give the perch time to swallow the bait, otherwise the gathering immediately followed. Everyone understood this with their minds, but they did not always have enough patience. Therefore, there were plenty of meetings. There were also reverse situations when a large predator went hunting (meaning an individual up to 300 grams) and with the first strike surely snapped the bait so that after hooking it had to be pulled out with an extractor, but there were not many such bouts. On this day, I smiled fishing happiness to catch a few chubs, thanks to a fluorocarbon leash tied directly to the cord (Special thanks to Alex Abramenko, who kindly provided me with the forest).
Chauffeurs hatching differed greatly from perch in power, no wonder the chub is called river fighters. In this case, the strike immediately followed immediately after the casting, without any pause for deepening, and with such power that I suspected an attack of a pike at the first moment. I had several such bites during the day, but only three were realized. In such an active mode, the time flew by unnoticed, but still the fishing passion was stronger than the constructive, so we all had to be dragged off to the other side by force to return to Kharkov, when did you get to such biting? The result of fishing for us was excellent: everyone caught under a hundred striped sailors, but Kostya had a little more than Alexey and I did. All three were overflowing with positive emotions, impressions of unforgettable fishing, so after spending even such a physically stressful day we were overwhelmed with energy.
How nice that in our life there are such days !!!