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Today was the fish race in Kalvträsk (Angle race and municipality tagesdecke championship in pike). It was also the my first fishing trip in July and I probably can not name a single thing that went my way today. Murphy has been like a wet blanket over this Friday, because you know how it is: in two-week cycles are usually 13 days good, but so will all the crap in a single day, and today was the day.
I found that I had planned this pretty well. It started with the morning session on Kalvträsk Trade, where only mishap was that I had ordered tagesdecke Norrmejerier nature ella yogurt 3%, and got plain yogurt 0.5%. No big deal really, but it was just the beginning of something bigger.
At lunch, which Kalvträsk Trade is just under four hours, I'd have enough time to wash clothes, wash dishes, pick strawberries, move the boat motor and fishing equipment to Calf marsh and cut grass. Eat, wash dishes and run the washing machine was brilliant, tagesdecke but when it was time for strawberry picking ballade weather out with the storm every five minutes.
I picked all the same front engine they huddled for a while in fusporten, then picked five liters of strawberries and went with the car against Calf marsh. Once out of the "sand" I loaded the rods and tackle box in the boat, before it suddenly dawned on me: I had not loaded the boat's engine in the trunk.
But it did not stop there, because when I would drive home after the boat's engine refused to start the car. So it was just to rip his shirt off and walk up the hill to Kalvträsk again, in a weather like now entered its blazing sun.
The afternoon session on the deal passed without incidents, so I handed over the cash to dad about ten minutes before six o'clock, when the deal closes, and even fishing competition started. I drove down to the lake with Puchen, bought my starting cards and drove out to the boat where everything was prepared, minus the engine.
It was only then I realized that I brought with me some mätplanka (pike fishing contest tagesdecke = longest pike, photo + catch and release). I threw myself on Puchen, börnade back to the starting location, fetched my plank and börnade back ("residents" is a strong word when Puchen barely moving forward anymore, but I tried anyway).
After a few rap Usain Bohmanska running style, I arrived at the boat 10 seconds after the start signal. The wind was at times quite strong on this day and I immediately realized that my first hot spot would be useless on this day. Therefore I tried vassträckan on the leeward side, where I was last year conned tagesdecke a pike at just over 4.5 kilos when Norran was visiting. I quickly got a pike in front of the eyes of some anglers, and hoped for a confidence boost. Just over 7 pound and 51 cm data became and little did I know that it would be my end result.
Then I rowed so fast right hamstring in danger of being wrenched off, with a view on the best river mouth. I was the first person tagesdecke on the spot and had some hopes, of course. Now it was the first to fish the farthest out in the estuary, as any other boat would soon be in place. If everything was as usual would no dare to follow me into the river, but just throw outside.
I missed two pikes and lost one before, tagesdecke like last year, appeared - CHANCE. It was just in the mainstream of the river as a pike in four kg class, narrow but rather long, curved bend itself and a little half-heartedly tried to reach the buzzer (under the surface). It missed, and since there were no more chances on it. Again, tagesdecke I had missed a potential winning fish.
I continued further into the river, but I knew I had burned my chance. It was a pitiful pike and another 4-5 misses in there. A dad with a younger pajk camped outside the river mouth and twitched tagesdecke a little in his mouth when the boy sagely said, "Come on, now we'll go IN the reeds". tagesdecke Soon, he heard a "oh, jäääklar tagesdecke which pike!" From the father, and I assumed that the contest would soon be over. However, there was certainly no encounter.
Two hours is a disgusting short shooting time (for me who often fishes 8-15 hours, it is much like a "happy amateur" throw ten throws tagesdecke from a bridge - so quickly it's all over). After two hours it was just to walk home in shame. To exacerbate an already hellish day it started tokblåsa two minutes before I started to row back, so I guess it took more than a quarter to row back to shore.
In general, one can say that this year's fishing contest, as well regnbågspremiären two weeks ago, was considerably tougher than last year. Annika Jonsson's 307 fish in angling competition last year gave way to 191 pieces for Steve Birch this year. A sick results yet, of course, but still a clear reduction.
In gäddklassen, which this year was won by Tomas Buhr (quite impressive!), It can be stated that I had a similar day as the winner. Both were given two smågäddor, but he got off his giant, while I missed. I can anyway not swear that mine was 85 cm or longer, which became the winning outcome, so now it feels d