Another photo report three-day onslaught on nature. Our goal this time — pike.
That’s the time to fall on the finger cuts to the bone.
At this time we decided to break in the newly acquired backpack Alice large. Photo before the start of
Stomped on the field five kilometers to the river, camped, dammed a small mesh gutter
Was soon ready ear
The next morning was cold, but that’s the nightly catch
The next day, two of us had to leave, and I left my friend.
Time went to dinner, we decided to make the soup do pike spawn-minute
Soon he was ready, and dinner and caviar
But on the evening of fried on coals whole pike
The next morning, quietly folded, took the catch and moved to the side of the road.
And here’s another. Next to us when we came to the place of the local peasant located. According to him, it is in these places is fishing for 30 years. That he was really minimal equipment, and not as we do — sleeping bags, mats, tent.
In general, he lived not far from us all three days. Slept on cardboard, covered with polyethylene in case of rain. Was it with a pot, salt, a wooden spoon, a knife, a couple of eggs, some kartoshinu, bread and (as it turned out, after he left) two bubble vodka. All, nothing more. Even circles do not seem to have (because he was drinking vodka from the bottle). He caught a pike on a network, the network added dropwise ashore to carry with them not. Boiled ear, collecting firewood along the shore, as were around the field with small trees. Dressed simply, rubber boots, warm pants, sweater, warm shirt and over it entsefalitka tarpaulin. On the second day of frost at night not sickly, the water near the shore was covered with ice and tea in a mug night frozen to the bottom. And though that little man, sitting by the fire hot.
Here such here survivalist around us.