ZGO

On June 22 Lomonosov, adik 590 and I were hunting at ZGO. The first swim was around 9. We got into the water, split up the area and started hunting. Me on the right side of the dam along the ridge, Lomonosov on the left side along the ridge (hunting kutum), and adik 590 in the middle. There were few fish. After a short scouting round I had just one mullet on my fish stringer, weighing 300-350 grams. Realizing there was nothing to do here, I swam to the reeds by the shore. And that's when I met her. She was following me. I turned around on instinct and our eyes met. A split second to assess the situation. The situation was clearly not in my favor. Gun — a 95 cm band gun pointing the opposite way, reeds, and the fish at close range. I let the fish move off a little. I aim the gun at her. Shot… Damn… The gun's on safety. I instantly take it off safety and shoot after the CARP that was already about to bolt. A bad shot — in the belly area, but the gun goes clean through her. And the carp is now hanging on the line. I let line out from the reel so the fish doesn't tear herself off. Bit by bit I get closer to her, and there, I've grabbed her by the gills, and there, she's on the stringer (1.60 kg). I reload the gun. I carry on hunting. Mullet. Shot. Miss. Lost spear. An hour of searching. No result. I go back. Spare spear. Reeds again. Only small fry. I realized the hunt was over for today. That day adik 590 bagged two mullet, and Lomonosov about ten. In a word, we had a good time.