Photo Anatoly Mailkova
On the shore of the dam came two fishermen. They greeted each other with a running near mowers and began unwinding gear.
One of them (called Toll) quickly gathered and began throwing spinning lure. Casting does not produce results. Toll decided to move to another place, and one of His glory, spat on worm thrown in a creek float rod.
The first casting spinners in the new location was unsuccessful. Lures flew over the water and fell into the mud near the shore. Shaking with baubles grass, Toll made a second cast. Spoon fell into the water right in the middle of the stream dammed section. It was clear from under the opposite bank of a wave, and then suddenly taut fishing line. A few moments later a fisherman pulled ashore wickedly gleaming eyes and an open mouth wriggling toothy pike. Pike length of just over half a meter deep trolling swallowed. To release the lure, pike Glory held hands, and Toll dragged behind the line, trying to pull the bait.
Arm caught rotten sticks that Tolia tried to dislodge jammed in the throat pike trolling. As a result, baubles escaped from the jaws of a pike and snapped one of the hooks in the tee thumb on his left hand Tolley.
Fisherman caught on his own hook. What to do? Unhook from the tee spoon, pull up stakes and hastily rushed to the village, taking pike.
They came into the house of Fame. Tolia asked to find a new blade for shaving. I wanted to cut myself, but the spirit is not enough. «Slava Cut your finger along the hook and pull it out, and I turn away, — Tolia said.
— Come on, do not be afraid!»
Slava’s eyes widened and he almost shouted: «I never cut and no cut is not going to!» He ran out into the street, and after a while he heard the crackle Toll engine standing in the house of the tractor on which day worked Glory. This crawler tractor, breaking fields and ravines, went unlucky fisherwoman nearest medical assistant’s point, located five kilometers from the village.
The infirmary was on duty, but he could not without a doctor. Lighting lamps streets of the village, rattling tracks, found the right house. The reception is not refused, but asked to stifle the tractor and wait at the infirmary.
«Well, what have you?» — I asked the woman in the white coat. Seeing, he said: «Fisherwoman losers, would have taken the case, and that’s it …»
Soon was a shot and seized the ill-fated hook. «Thank you, Doctor. Expect to catch!» — thank fisherwoman. «You will wait on you». — smiling, he replied the doctor.
The next day we caught the fish, and in gratitude to the doctor sent the pike.
Michael Klimontov28 November 2014 at 00:00