It was the hardest school. But an incredibly fulfilling project. Observation time Whenever I had time off when I brought my son to school, I went for walks. I walked quietly around the areas I was interested in and, with the help of polarized glasses, began to explore the terrain. Always around the heaviest caliber bundles, I found what I was looking for, carp. You can say forgotten, hidden from the world around water. It was enough to be a little careless, audible and visible, and for a few hours the carp merged with the district again. I myself was surprised by what I found, it's not just squirrels, but also fish that fascinated me a lot. The king was also there. A beautiful long scale to the subway, as if accompanied by two bodyguards, beautiful massive cupids.
They always gave him a sign when I was careless and visible for a while. First walks It was not easy to find your way around and find the right place. The beginning was more about walking with very light equipment on my back and a match when I tested the bottom. The hangers were studded with a huge number of ties and natural obstacles. First I had to find a place where the carp could go at all and at the same time where it would go to catch it at all. With light equipment you will find what you do not see from the shore. I found two places where there was a real chance of a catch that I was going to spend. The effort to be a part of nature bore fruit not only in terms of fishing, everyone who loves nature would enjoy it. I sat motionless in a place under a high overhanging branch and surrounded on the sides by tall grass and oilseed rape in the field. The place of the first shot is a flock of deer, it will come as far as can be said within reach of my place. The same hares, partridges, pheasants. The local bird colony was literally waiting for me and feasting on the remnants of fishing feed. I have to stop here and write this important, I never left disappointed. Crucian times I tried to get the fish to leave safety in the shelter of a large fallen tree that had cut the entire area. At first, of course, my goal was to find out more about the stock, so I fed a lot of boiled corn, a mixture of Sweet Corn and Turbo 8mm pellets, two hours before the hunt. With the Match rod, I patiently sent one or two grains of Bonduelka to the fishing spot. My first boarders, beautiful crucian carp, completely dark, like hell itself. I would attribute the dark color to the subsoil on which I fished, the bottom was full of black rotting leaves and aquatic plants. Such devils, but very well built and nourished. So there is definitely no shortage of food here. Sometimes even a small carp is mistaken, and this was a sign that I was on the right track and that it was necessary to slowly switch to a "harder" diet and more regular feeding. A week of targeted fishing peace I set myself such a goal. Week only to feed, not to catch, to leave the fish at ease to eat.
Every day, the next seven days, in the morning and in the evening I bring a portion of food, a kilo - two mixture of halved boilies, pellets of different diameters with different disintegration times. Boiled wheat, all nicely mixed in the Excellent method mix with the addition of Aminoliquide. I threw under the branches at the open area of the feed ball and always disappeared to keep the fishing area calm. It was always what the house gave, from the various remnants of other fishing expeditions and adventures. What is beautiful about fishing is the opportunity to imagine. Even after the third day and the sixth dose, I couldn't even sleep, I still imagined a fish feast in my place. Several times I wanted to break the set date for the start of the hunt, but in the end I stopped.