I'd like to tell you about another one of our cars. I've already written about one of them, but not yet about Gavrush.
In our family there is a second car Uaz 469 of 1985. His name is Gavrusha.
My husband is fond of impassability, and he inherited the car from his father. This is an old 85-year-old car that went through fire, water and copper pipes. Gavryusha often took his masters fishing and to the forest for mushrooms. I would like to tell you about one trip.
The case was in the summer of 2011, my husband and I, then still newlyweds, decided to go together to the village of Kedrovyi, which is located on the bank of the Ilim River. To be more precise, my husband suggested it to me. Of course, I agreed. Firstly, as a devoted wife I support my husband in all his hobbies and hobbies, and secondly, I love nature very much.
It is said - done! They gathered a simple scarf, loaded the engine and the boat, saddled Gavrusha and rushed off.
My husband warned me at once that the road 80 kilometers to the place is not sugar, and it will be very difficult to go. Well, I'm not quite a young lady, were in my youth and many days of hiking in nature, went so that the feet in the blood washed away, but nothing, survived and still remained only positive emotions.
For our area, the dirt road is a normal phenomenon, apparently in the country there was a lack of advice on asphalt and the road just fell asleep. 80 km along the taiga in a car - it's just great, I did not feel tired or disappointed with the trip.
Looking at the surrounding area and photographing everything, we finally almost got to the parking lot.
Why almost? Let me explain. My husband moved out of the dirt track and stopped. I got out of the car and went forward. For reconnaissance - I understood. This is not the first time Sasha has done this, but as always he does everything thoroughly.
He comes back and says - Now we will go, hold on tight. Okay, I will do so.
People, we went on to such burial mounds, which is neither a fairy tale nor a pen to describe! On our Uazika there is off-road tires made in Russia, and there are small grunting hooks on it. At that time we haven't even installed a winch yet. I go back to the road: 80 km on the highway we have overcome in an hour and a half, but these 4 km of impassability drove for 35 minutes. Well, there is no road there, the direction is only.
It wasn't terrible, I'm sure of my husband, he was driving for a long time, but when the car was practically lying on the starboard side, because the depth of the track was half a meter, then it was terrible.
As a child, I went to the woods with my father, but I had never seen such roads! Gavrusha withstood the trials with honor, drove us to the parking lot.
We settled down, I was at the campfire making dinner-dinner, my husband was at the shore with a boat and a motor. I love to eat and eat quite often, and it does not affect the figure in any way, I am still slim and the husband's statement that we will eat only after fishing, I was somewhat upset. Having put a piece of bread and sausage in my mouth, I went to the boat, which he had already prepared and launched.
I'm panicky afraid of the water, I've been drowning twice, I've been pulled out in time, and here I am, wearing a life jacket, selflessly climbing into the boat. Decembrist's wife.
Those who haven't been fishing in a rubber boat, you've lost a lot, I think, only there's a cerebellum, which is responsible for coordinating the movements, working at 100%. There is no soil under my feet, I am wearing rubber boots - I hold onto the boat with my toes. I also need to spin.
I study fast, and for the third time spinning threw exactly that the boat did not rock.
How happy I was when I caught the first pike in my life, can not tell with words. I thought I had caught a huge fish. But my husband cooled my fervor by saying it was a pencil. Even though the fish weighed only 1.5 kilograms, I was still good!
We were on the water for five hours, fishing was very much gambling, during this time we caught a bucket of pike.
My husband is cutting and gutting the fish himself, and I'm doing women's work: again a fire and again lunch.
That's how it is, my first fishing.