Fishing stories
libre 9
Every fisherman has his fishing stories. Sometimes they are successful, and sometimes they are not so successful. 
Sanya! Do you want a drink?
- said the cousin.
Yes,
- I answered.
Then take the bottle and come with me.
We came to the house where the sports equipment was stored. There was a cheerful group of people, mostly consisting of physical education teachers. In general, the evening was a success! Early in the morning, having taken spinning and a set of spare blades, I went to my neighbor Seryoga.
Are we going to take Yuri Borisovich?
- Seryoga asked.
We need to call him back.
But having consulted and taking into account what a cousin he was last night, we decided not to disturb him. Walking along the shore of the pond about 50 meters, there was not a single pike nibble. And then on the way to the pond we heard the rattle of boots. From the hill came down the cousin in kirzov boots, in his favorite border hat, which his brother brought from the army. It was clear from his stern look that he had a complaint against us.
Why didn't they call me and left without me?
- asked the cousin.
Yura, we didn't want to disturb you. We wanted you to rest after yesterday,
- we answered. After that the cousin started fishing. Although he was not left-handed, he threw his aluminum spinning rod with his left hand. Despite the fact that on the spinning was a huge, heavy, the size of two tablespoons trolley, it flew only about 10 meters from the shore. It turns out that he threw the trolley for the second time in his life. The first was at home in the yard. He overtook me with the words:
"So you don't catch my pike.
- my cousin took the next place in front of me. Passing by the koum, I saw that he was dismantling a "beard" of fishing line.
Warms the beard in the cold,
- I said passing by. Not having time to make a throw at the next place, I heard an enthusiastic voice of kum
- Oh! Sanya! Yes!
Looking in his direction, I saw that indeed he pulls a huge pike weighing at least 3 kilograms.
Pull and do not let go,
- I shouted. But the bank was steep and it was impossible to lift the pike out of the water. I had to go down and throw it on the shore. 
- Sanya, give me a cigarette!
- with trembling hands asked my cousin. After that he went home, saying that he still had to cut grass for the rabbits. The next morning, excited by the catch of kum, my neighbor Seryoga and I went fishing without kum again, because he did not contact us, and we did not need a competitor. Walking along the pond about 100 meters and coming to the sandy shoal, I heard like the squeak of a mosquito long sound:
Sa-a-a-a-n-ya-ya-ya!
On the opposite shore, on the so-called isthmus, I saw my kum, who waved to me.
What!
- I answered.
Do you have tiners?
- asked the koum.
I do! Why?
- I answered, thinking that again he and today something solid bite.
Yes here passed cows with the owner's dogs, which attacked me. I swung my spinning rod. It and drove!
- answered the cousin. After hearing his story, we laughed for a long time, and could not come to our senses, imagining how kum with bulging eyes, with his mustache standing on end, tried to hold the spinning and get free from the dog. Passing by a herd of cows, I saw a doggy with a huge trolling rod hanging on its belly and a plume of two meters of fishing line. She was the winner this time! 
