As I remember now one very funny incident. At that time I was only 7 years old. There was a sunny cloudless morning. I woke up in a good mood. After all, nothing can bother you when you are only 5 years old. Having had breakfast and did the morning exercise (then I was not lazy, as it often happens now), I went to the lake with my friends. The lake was not very deep, but clean. The trees were reflected in it and for some reason seemed to me giants. A cool breeze blew, although the sun was already beginning to bake. We settled on green, soft, like fluff, grass and began to cook fishing rods. This was my first fishing)). I picked up a slippery, but very pretty worm and tried to put him on a hook.
The worm, apparently, did not really like it, and I was slightly sorry for him. But still I really wanted to catch my first fish. Threw a fishing rod and began to wait. A little time has passed and a home -made float (as well as a fishing rod) stirred. “Pecks” – I was delighted and began to hook the fish. My happiness could no bound. But I did not immediately manage to hold my precious catch in my hands. The fish was on a birch. Yes, on the birch. You did not rush. How she found herself there? Yes, very simple. When I hooked, I accidentally threw a fishing rod behind me. This was the first fish I unusually caught by me. And fishing, by the way, was a success. My catch was 15 karasiks. That’s it.
Another interesting story is connected with fishing.
The bright sun was shining. There was not a single cloud in the sky. Fishing was in full swing. This time I did not catch fish (history from early childhood), but proudly rushed with a bucket from one fisherman to another. And although everyone told me that the fish loves the silence, I could not help but squeal and not rejoice at every fish caught. I wound circles, raising a bucket high with the treasured catch. I was very fun. No signs of trouble. I proudly rush like a steam-pound, my mumbled something under my breath and stumble. “The main thing is to keep a bucket” – a thought flickens in my head.
I kept the bucket, but found myself in a puddle of water with the geese. This is where my running around was over.
