From fishing I was introduced to my grandfather. I was still very small then, I did not even go to school. We lived not richly and the grandfather made himself. He had large 2 and 3 knee rods, and he squeezed a short, light rod.
In the evening, they dug worms, kneaded dough, prepared a backfill ... Everything is ready. In the morning my grandfather came to wake me, only touched me, I jumped up, quickly dressed and was ready to move forward. Had breakfast and went on the road to the pond.
Go was not close not far away. About 25 minutes walk. It was a small pond. The deepest place could hardly reach 2 meters. We settled on a dam, my grandfather had a chair, and I was sitting on an old bucket, which I found nearby. We threw the fishing rods, we sit waiting for the bite.
Here I have the first bite, the float hopped. I'm like a turf, so much that I almost fell. Grandfather let me teach how to properly cut, that you can not pull this way, otherwise the fish will fall. I listen carefully to every word.
We sit further, here and once I have a float-pen went under the water, I pull ... Tight, stronger, stronger. As a result, I still went too far, so that the fish, shimmering in the morning sunshine, flew out of the water after the tight fishing line soared upwards, flew over our heads and fell ... Fortunately, it fell not into the water, but to the other side of the dam. I throw the rod and run to look for it. Search for a long time did not have to, it was a huge mirror carp. Huge by my standards, He was more than an adult's hand, what really there to talk about my hands about the feelings that I felt at that moment. I lifted it from the ground, washed it lightly and put it in the tank, which I could not remember further, but this one has been forever deposited in my brain.