Here comes the long-awaited weekend

Well, here comes the long-awaited weekend. I got tired this week. The project one failed, the chief walks angry like a dog, breaks down on everyone. How to rest so that from Monday, no one is shot. Can you spend two days in front of the TV, clicking the remote? No, that doesn't seem to inspire me. Too much of a TV screen resembles a computer monitor, which has been boring lately. It is necessary to come up with something so that the soul first turns, and then turns. I would run away from dusty and stuffy Moscow. Not to see or hear the nervously buzzing cars and all the bustle of the big city.

It's been a while since I've been out in nature. Barbecue there, fishing ... Right. This will be the right thing. The head will rest from work, the body will relax, oxygen again, the thing is terribly useful. Someone once said that there was one. pay-fishingNot fishing, but a fairy tale. Yeah, I even found a phone. Food's settled.

Got there fast enough. Leaving the car in the paid parking lot, he went out, looked around and realized that it was long ago necessary to organize this holiday of the soul. I have already forgotten how good and easy it is to breathe in the forest, on the shore of a pond or a pond. I rented a wooden house until Sunday, it is so wonderful and smells of needles inside!

Even though I'm here for a fishing trip, I think if I sit down with my fishing rod tomorrow morning, nothing will happen. Now it would be nice to explore the surroundings.

There were a lot of interesting things on the territory. Cafe, bar, playground with teachers. A little further away someone burned a fire, apparently going to bake his own caught roach or pike. Well done guys, took a couple of ponds, ennobled and earn money.

I woke up in the morning with the first rays of the sun, so to speak. Cheerful and rested, probably, affects the notorious fresh air. Rent a boat, tackles, bought bait and swam for a goldfish. On the shore, I was promised that the reservoir was stocked with trout, sturgeon, carp, catfish, carp and pike. Let's see which of them graciously agrees to be my catch.

In the process, one company of girls on the bridge, completely unlike fishing lovers, came closer. It turned out that nice ladies decided to learn this craft and hired an instructor. Unbelievable, I didn’t even think such services were being provided. In a word, pay-fishing- any whim for your money. Leaving the merry trinity behind me, I delved into my occupation.

Time passed quickly and I had to go back. Of course I do. Don't brag! But with your own hands. As they say, “It is not victory that matters, but participation.”

I went home with a sense of complete satisfaction. The holiday this weekend met my expectations.