Have you ever walked along the northern border of the region?
These are cut-through edges of the forest, now overgrown and difficult to navigate. I had to use one of them to build part of the route to the new river on the map. The path was thorny and difficult, although the devil technology shows a view from above, but forest swamps are beyond its capabilities. We arrived. The river greeted me with a grayling weighing 475 grams in the first minutes of fishing, then more and more, larger and larger. Sanya lands 4 in a row from the spot, all for 500, a handsome fellow, he broke his record in 15 minutes 4 times. Pike joined the grayling, only now, looking through the photos, it is clear how fierce interspecies competition is in this river. The grayling is covered in terrible scars, the pike too. Losses, breaks, even before lunch the rod couldn’t withstand the weight of about a kilogram and farted, the grayling took EVERYTHING, leaving me with a four-meter stick in my hand. Having attached the line to the stub, I try We continued fishing, the tackle wasn't flying properly and there was wind, but the fish didn't seem to mind, and they bent even this stub. The dreadful, swampy, overgrown banks, the weight of the fish, and the strain on our legs forced us to turn back. After picking up a few boars on the way back, we somehow crawled back to camp by dusk...
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