But everything must be distinctive at the bottom and must not completely fit into the unpleasant-smelling bottom. So directly on the PVA bait and stocking EASY CATCH pellets with a size of 8 mm. Eighth and ninth day - hunting days I couldn't sleep in the morning and I'm still leaving in the dark. Everything, all the equipment in the hands and on the shoulders, the journey will be long.
I will not feed today, only hunting. I quietly approach the place and lay out the equipment. Throws must be accurate, even if there is a minimum of space for them.
Even a master carpenter sometimes cuts down, thanks to PVA, the assembly is very overloaded and not ideally thrown at it. The throw here is a game of millimeters, as the branches above the water of the big maple must be overcome. Unfortunately.
The first throw to the edge of the branch, I try to pull the bait, but it holds. Although I managed to pick up the bait from the branch, I was very visible to the fish, too much adrenaline, as I was pleased. I lost today, as the next hours will show.
The next day, I prefer to exhale and calm down before each of the two throws, both throws are accurate. It's after a persistent night rain, that's my favorite. Is there ! I won't even move, thirty minutes when you can see on the water that today is the right day and piííííp!
A long duel in unequal conditions, the fact that I located the ties to the right of the place, the opponent probably knew, so he showed me others that I did not know, on the left. He's just hanging behind a little twig, he's doing well, it's coming loose and we're in front of the lens together. Beautiful scale. But today I feel it's the right day, a quick bait into the water.
Two hours without moving and another violent shot, so this is a circus, the fish will show me another fallen branch that I don't know about yet, but we can do it too. The sun is coming, I'm floating like a mouse. The thought creeps in my head that the place is very scared, but it's the right day. What to try a little next door, behind a sunken tree, a piece of free space directly below the shore. The fish has a taste. So a quick change, to a place where the sun had not yet arrived, a handful of pellets and not a throw, rather just lying under the shore. The meeting with the King was overwhelming, just getting him into the landing net was probably more a wish than such a reality in such a small space. He had the top from the first, until the final moment, when he cut the branches. Disappointed, not at all, more just a demonstration of his cleverness and years of experience.
He didn't go to such a large feeding place, he stayed away and maybe he was just going to pick up leftovers from the table until he was sure I had left the place, he remained in a safe hiding place where he had the top and is still out of reach for me. Conclusion We will meet next year, these small districts are definitely a great motivation. It was incredibly instructive and evolving. I have to admit that out of so many fishing spots I've tasted in a year, this has deepened my mind and I'm still thinking about how to improve to win the next fight.