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Among our players and website users, there are surely those who love fishing in one way or another! There must be those for whom fishing is almost the best way to relax and unwind. I think our female users are also not indifferent to this fascinating activity! Therefore, I decided to create this topic where we can share our fishing secrets, memorable stories from the life of a fisherman, and everything else that relates to this topic:
Fishermen of all countries, unite!

Story by VDV_forever

I started my fishing activities when I was 14 years old!
I remember it clearly: we, four of us (me, Zhenya, Dima, Andrey), decided to go fishing, and even stay overnight! Of course, our parents were against it, and we had to all go together and persuade our parents to let us go together, because it was scary to go alone or in pairs. Well, luckily, our parents knew each other, and after talking to each other, they let us go…
At that time, I didn't know much about fishing, and, having gathered various equipment, we set off on our trip.
First, a bus to the river port, then a boat to "Zarya-2", and then 3 km on foot! That was quite a challenge! Then a ford (about 80 meters), and here we are!
Of course, in those distant times, the 6 fish we caught (a bream, 2 perches, and the rest are roach) could have been fed to a cat, but we threw them into the fish soup! And I tell you, the soup turned out to be delicious!
The most important thing is that the weather was very good; it was about +18 at night and +32 during the day! Silence, beauty!
In general, if something had disappointed us on that first trip, it would have been the last one!
After that, we started going to the Irtysh regularly (about 2 times a week) for 2 years.
Then exams and sessions started for some, so we stopped going altogether. Only occasional trips with my father somehow kept me going as a fisherman. With my father, I probably caught the most fish.
He only goes fishing for nelma!
The principle is as follows:
We arrive (at the same place) and start throwing out bottom rigs (sinker rigs) one after another, in the amount of 12-15 pieces at equal distances from each other (no less than 10 meters!), then we hang copper bells and wait for the characteristic ringing! Nelma, as a rule, is caught at night, and only in autumn or spring. Although last year (when we resumed our trips with my friend), I managed to catch a nelma in the middle of July, when nelma activity is approximately zero! (See Photo 6).
The most important thing when fishing for nelma is the bait!
We do it like this:
1. We take 3 red, earthworms (earthworms and swamp worms are not suitable. I don't know why, but nelma doesn't like them).
2. We put them on the first hook, piercing the worm in two places: slightly below the heart and slightly further from the middle, we do the same with the second worm. And we pierce the third worm slightly below the heart, and cover the hook with its second end (we put it on as usual).
3. On the 2nd hook, see point 2.
Having done all this, you will get two "bunches" of worms that, no matter how hard you try, will not slip off the hook!
We throw it out and wait for the bell to ring!

We caught a small sturgeon (1.5 kg) on the same "bunch", and the largest fish I caught in the Irtysh was a bream (3 kg), in different years of our youth.
By the way, my friend threw this bream onto the shore with his hands. And it happened like this:
He had just returned from the army as a sergeant, and we decided to resume our trips…
…Morning, I went to check the bottom rigs… The first one is empty, I'm pulling the second one, and I don't understand if it's a snag or something else bad.
When I pulled it about 7 meters from the shore, it surfaced, and I saw it. That's the adrenaline rush, I tell you! I started shouting at the top of my lungs, "net, quickly!" My friend, startled, forgot about the most important thing and, running to help me, stood like a statue, seeing the bream, which I had meanwhile pulled 3 meters closer. What are you standing there for, where is the net??? And then something like this happened: he, without thinking for a long time, like a circus performer (in clothes), went into the water and, waiting for the bream to be in his lowered hands in the water, threw the poor thing onto the shore with great force. Moreover, he threw it so that it flew another 3 meters above the ground!
I will remember this case for the rest of my life. The memory of that bream is somewhere on a video cassette…

This year, my father-in-law surprised me so much that I couldn't believe it until I saw for myself how to fish professionally.
After I saw the photo from that fishing trip (I wasn't there), where 130 kg of fish were caught, including a 5 kg carp! I realized that all my fishing on the Irtysh was just nothing!
You can also see this:

Photo_1 – This is at home: My father-in-law, my wife's sister with her son, are holding this carp.
Photo_2 – Father-in-law and my wife's uncle near 2 nets with fish!
Photo_3 – The four of them are somehow pulling a huge net with fish onto the shore.
Photo_4 – In fact, my father-in-law and his signature Carp

On the next fishing trip (2 weeks later), I already went with them and caught 2 carps out of 12 caught! The rest of the fish don't matter. But my father-in-law, as well as the other participants in the fishing trip, were very disappointed, they said that the fishing was terrible. It's not biting at all. In this fishing trip, they caught 3 times less. Unfortunately, no one took a camera, and I forgot too, so there are no photos from this fishing trip, unfortunately.
But for me, this fishing trip was just great, I hope to go to these places again next year (to the Chulym River between the Small and Large Chany lakes) and catch a carp, at least 4 kg!
I will tell you about the method of professional fishing of my father-in-law with friends next time.

P.S. I hope that someone will share secrets of fishing, as well as interesting, instructive stories from personal experience.

P.P.S. Photo from 2006. Irtysh. Me, my wife, Dima, his wife, on vacation – the first days of vacation (late July)
Photo_5 – I'm cleaning fish for soup
Photo_6 – The catch on vacation. (Even a nelma was caught)
Photo_7 – Me and my wife on the shore near the tackle
Photo_8 – The soup itself.

Sincerely, VDV_forever

Ugh, fishing... it's so cool, so I decided to bring up the topic from the bottom. So, here's the story: me and some friends (there were 4 of us) decided to go fishing at a lake. We brought 2 cases of beer, wine, shashlik, and all that. We got there, the weather was great, so we decided to have some drinks. In the end, we didn't even cast our fishing rods. We got drunk, and then it started to rain, so we sat in the car, drunk, and ate raw shashlik. It was awesome. By the way, now I only go fishing with my dad and do sport fishing (meaning I catch a fish and immediately release it).

I have a very interesting story related to fishing. I met my first love while fishing at the age of 14 ;) Although we didn't catch any fish that time! That's how it happened...

Fishing is amazing! Sitting with friends, fishing rod in hand, and drinking beer – that's the life!!!

And I remember my first catch – a small catfish :)
But I won't go night fishing again.

How did I not see this thread before? I, too, am a big fan of spending 8-12 hours fishing from an inflatable boat! What a thrill it is to sit quietly and observe, waiting for the moment! And lo and behold! The heavens have heard me! The float begins to slowly drift to the side, tilting gently at a 45-degree angle, and no more. And then in the other direction... And then BAM! It's caught! "Pull, Antonha, pull!" you shout to yourself! And then a slippery body appears on the surface... You get a little nervous because this carp is bigger than you expected! But you can't make sudden movements or jerk it out of the water! It should feel like it's voluntarily surfaced and is swimming into your hands... Now it's near the boat. You carefully take the landing net and slip it under... There, the carp is yours! You happily take it in your hands, start to remove the hook, which it might have swallowed all the way down, and then, holding your trophy with both hands, you release it back into the wild, into the keepnet:p... Yes, there are many such moments in fishing, and nothing else allows you to relax and sit with your thoughts as much as fishing does... I'm also sending a photo of the carp I just wrote about. Please note that its face is not much smaller than mine:D Weight: 60 Kb

Oh, I forgot to upload something I caught last summer in my village =););)
My friends and I were catching fish under rocks =););) You can't catch fish like that with a fishing rod in the summer =););)
1- a decent "Herring" =) for a small river =)
2- a fish caught on a line =)))))
3- me with it =)););)
And in general, I really love fishing... I've been into it since I was a kid... Unfortunately, I don't have photos of the best trophies of my life because when I caught them, people only had simple cameras =)))

I'm not a big fan of fishing – there isn't much opportunity for it. But since people are sharing stories here, I'll share mine. Last summer, I went on a camping trip to the Volga River. My friend and I, after everyone else had gone to sleep, rowed out to a small island nearby. He cast his fishing rod... We sat down and started making tea and sandwiches; luckily, we had brought food and firewood for the night. We sat there from 10 PM to 3 AM... Nothing bit. It was already dark, and I was getting sleepy. So, I lay down by the fire, and Vitalik went to the shore to watch for bites. We talked to each other like that, and all around us, we heard rustling in the bushes, and the atmosphere was a little spooky. Vitalik kept complaining that there was a big beaver in the bushes that might eat him. The guy is almost 19 years old! So... I thought I saw something, then I heard a splash... and silence. I called out to Vitalik. He didn't answer. I called out a couple more times, and he still didn't answer. I thought, "Oh no... the beaver dragged him into the water!" I got up and went to the shore, and Vitalik, the rascal, was holding a bream in his hands and shouting, "Yurka! We caught one! We finally caught one!" So, I was worried about him, and he was catching fish! Anyway, I immediately forgot all my worries and ran over to help him unhook it. I have to say that from that moment on, we started catching fish. We didn't catch much, maybe 10 kilograms, but still... In the morning, we went back to the camp, went to sleep, and left the fish for the cooks. By evening, they had already baked it

I'm a big fan of fishing. I especially enjoy fishing with a spinning rod, bottom rods, and ledger rigs. You won't believe it, but I started my fishing journey thanks to my grandmother, who taught me many tricks. It turns out she was a very experienced angler (I was 12 at the time)! For me, fishing is a kind of mental escape from the hustle and bustle of the city!

No exaggeration, this is a GREAT topic! :D Thanks to DVD_forever for the suggestion! :-)

I won't write a history, there are so many of them that I don't even know where to start. ;-) I'll tell you a little about my favorite hobby instead!

My grandfather got me into fishing when I was about 6 years old, and I guess that's when it really stuck with me, especially when a small kid like me caught a bream weighing 1.7 kg, I remember it like it was yesterday. I won't embellish the story about how a 6-7 year old boy managed to pull out such a giant, but it's something I'll never forget, just like this wonderful hobby.

Since then, a lot of time has passed, and so has a lot of dirt, garbage, fuel oil, and other junk :-( in my favorite Ob River. There's not as much fish left in the river, and it's not the same anymore. And my age doesn't allow me to spend as much carefree time in nature, with a fishing rod in my hands... oh well, all that's left is to wait for retirement! :D

I started like everyone else with a "float," then a bottom rod for catching crucian carp on the In River, then a "rubber band" for perch, then grayling in the mountains, and then... now I only seriously fish with a spinning rod, and even then, I only managed to get out a few times last summer :-(. In general, I consider myself a fairly professional fisherman. About 5 years ago, I even wondered which I was better at, fishing or Heroes ;-) Of course, I'm better at Heroes, but fishing is also important to me. Just consider the fact that I not only know but also perfectly master the use of an inertial reel - now everyone uses non-inertial reels, but back then - wow, I know how to tie nets (screens, if you will), stamp and make lures, etc. Although all of this is fading away, I haven't picked up any of these things in a long time. :-(... My beloved grandfather taught me all of this, may he rest in peace, he was a commercial fisherman in the north during the war, and he saw a lot of fish and gained a lot of experience. :-)

So, I have many other hobbies (such as): playing the guitar, billiards, soccer, hiking in the mountains, but due to lack of time, all these "hobbies" come down to simply earning money. :-(

I was born and live on the bank of the great Russian river VOLGA, and I believe that the love for fishing is instilled in my fellow countrymen from birth. There are quite a few fishing-related stories. To be honest, we divide fishermen, as probably everywhere else, into those who fish for predatory fish and those who fish for peaceful fish. So, I consider myself a predatory fisherman and love fishing for predatory fish. We mainly catch pike, perch, and zander. I have been passionate about fishing since my father introduced me to it at the age of 5, and it has been almost 30 years now.
Thank you, VDV-Forever, for the topic.

My report on the Siberian Fishing website - http://www.fishingsib.ru/reports/251/ :-)

Now it seems like the fish have disappeared. I sat on the Volga for twelve hours, fishing with a ring-shaped lure. In that spot, people used to catch dozens of bream. I put a feeder in the water, baited it with worms, and tied a bell to it. I sat there for three hours, but the bell didn't ring, and the other fishermen nearby weren't catching anything either. I decided to pull out the tackle to take a look. I saw small chekhon, about twenty centimeters long. I refreshed the bait and sat there for another six hours, but it was no use. I took a boat ride on the river and fished with a rod, but I didn't catch anything.
I used to go to a small bay on the Volga for overnight trips. In a day, I would catch one roach, two bream, and a perch. We fished with five rods.
A year ago, I was at a resort on the Usta River, which they said was a good fishing spot. It was indeed a good fishing spot. I caught about six fish in a couple of hours. But they were all small – roach and perch. There were also some pike, splashing around. But I couldn't catch them.