ZGO

Mullet, mullet, mullet, my boudoir. Well, maybe the mullet wouldn't have made it into the boudoir that day, but it was supposed to make it onto the fish stringer. Three of us went: Natik (aka Osman), Artur (aka Diver) and me (aka Aga). The weather that day was so-so for hunting: overcast, a north wind at 6-7 meters, high pressure and humidity. Underwater visibility 2-3 meters. But in the morning I felt a bit under the weather, still I went along with the guys to keep them company. We got there at 14-00. After a quick bite, Natik and Artur started hunting on the ridges. Artur's first catch was..... a diving duck, yes, yes, a DIVING DUCK, which, most unexpectedly, ended up in Artur's line of fire. Since the visibility changed later on, Artur was hunting with a pneumatic gun and a trident. There were a few trophy fish that got off. But by the time he swam back and swapped the pneumatic for a band gun, the water clarity got even worse and he had no more trophies. Things went better for Natik: he took a one-kilo mullet right as he went into the water, and after swimming for 1.5 hours he got out too, also because the visibility got worse. Later, sitting by the fire, the guys said there were some decent fish, but they were passing at a distance out of shooting range. A bit later we were joined by the ,,pirates,, from Nargin island, our — I'm not afraid to say it — friends, in the following lineup: Igor, Telman and Seyfi (aka Ace). Before that they'd been hunting at Mayak, but with no luck, and decided to come to ZGO hoping for a better result. But by the time they arrived the wind had already changed and the water had turned murky, but despite these nuances the guys decided to hunt anyway. While they were hunting, the mullet was already slow-cooking on the grill, and the diving duck was roasting right next to it. An hour later Igor came out... with no fish, mad as hell: murky water and fish passing at a distance. Then we sat by the fire, ate mullet and diving duck, laughed, swapped yarns about hunting and about hunters. And even though the hunting wasn't that successful on this gloomy day, we were in a good mood, good because here we are sitting by the fire like this and just getting positive vibes from each other's company.

P.S. Of course I wasn't underwater that day, but the guys say that underwater on the ridges, graffiti-style, in big letters, it said ,,LOMONOSOV WAS HERE,, maybe that's why there were no fish......(that's a joke).

Good hunting to all you spearfishers!!!!!