An opening with bad weather

By: Enrique Gómez

Pescar is to fish when there are no captures?

Generally with Hugo Gallo we maintain a dialog that nourishes our relation and both we looked for to help from the precise and truthful information to our readers in the fishing. Both we think that the defense of the truth is important to maintain the spaces effective that to us the nature offers, the species that we are going to look for and the commercial infrastructure that it is nourished of this consequence.
It is almost impossible to find in average writings something that helps to make understand that to fish it is not easy and that the defense of environment is an obligation. The photos with great followed note pieces that encourage to go to look for confuse them to the desconocedor sport fisherman of atmospheres and the necessary techniques. We maintain that the veracity in the information helps to that is understood that the fishing does not have anything to do yet with the success in the captures but what locks up, still in the failure.
To inform, to educate and to construct must be the arguments that diminish the normal iniquidades that daily they take control of the sea, the rivers, lakes and lagoons. For that reason I defend the position of Pescanet like means that go after the chimera to still take care of to the planet knowing that many will not understand or that the majority will become the distracted ones.
Veracity, capacity to understand what happens and to include/understand that the fishing is not to obtain captures but to discover that is a consequence that amuses to us and mobilizes.
We made an effort to find the form to be able to show it.


… to enjoy it seems a fact but everything is imagined.

First we must find the date to be able to leave what sustains to our families. That is already not easy. As soon as we found it begins the anxiety that it pushes desire against the time. That is not easy either. In means we imagined the exit thousand times. We lived the landscape, the acquired sensations and the experience in previous times. Let us think that to reproduce what we have already done will guarantee a good answer to us in all the aspects that an exit of fishing locks up. We did not imagine badly travels, in spite of having to back cross but thousand seven hundred kilometers with the boat, nor we thought that twenty hours handling it is an important effort. The result causes that everything is disguised or is avoided previous to start off. Single we intuited retamas overturning its color in coasts of blue lakes or turquesas rivers. Passable roads between forests of Ñires and Cohiues that put a special bottom to a blue sky and a hardly visible sun by the dense thing of the foliage. Before dividing everything it is good, there will be no difficulties and they are necessary to have all ready one. To enjoy seems a fact but everything is imagined.
 

Vista from the balcony of the apartment of the Complex of Bay Apple tree

A low cloud layer and the permanent rain from sadness to the Bay.

… and by all means my morsa burned.

I need leaders. That measured I need. I am going to buy them. I believe that I must review the tails. I have left neutral soap to clean them. I am going to take cane three. Although it does not use it I will take it. Who says to you appears an appearance of caddis with small trouts and if I do not have it I am going it to be sorry. Long ago which nonshot with this cane, will be better than a little practices before going to feel to me safe. The cane that I am going to use will be the six. Castearé with shootting of enough collapse although also I will take one that sinks less, by the doubts. I cannot let take a floatation reel. Who says that she does much heat to you and the rivers have backwaters possible for their use or we fish in some lake that us allows it I have the flies that I need, although this year I tied rather little. I will make a list of which I do not have to let tie. If I fish in the Correntoso I will take to great flies oranges and blacks. I have Woolly Bugger in almost all the measures, but Chiche said to me that it never ballast and I have all ballast. I will do some without ballast. Carlos Aracena said me that to avoid fowlling in the Rabit it is good for cooking monofilament to him to the skin so that does not lose its undulation and the curve of the hook is never made unusable. Not who said to me that I must have for the Nahuel Huapi streamers black and red. I never tie nothing with those colors. I cannot discard the olive and the legs of rubbers.
And by all means my morsa burned and I could not obtain all wanted it but I enjoyed tying all those that I could. I tied of but and less. I tied some that never I will use and other that I will be sorry when they are lost. As one approached the date accommodated my boxes. It put them by hook order, soon it changed them by color or it made a composition that I liked single to watch them. Whichever times I rose of the bed to see the last fly that had finished. Sometimes it seems to me lie that after fifty years fishing feels the same emotions that when just it began. My anxieties of then happened through like saying to him to my mother who would not be in everything afternoon or that would need twenty cents to buy meters of piola of cotton and some hook.
The pleasure of the fishing and everything what it surrounds it does not diminish in spite of the years.
 

Julio, in spite of bad weather, in the end of the trunk in the Mouth of the Correntoso

Mouth of the Correntoso. The dusk is one of the moments preferred by the fishermen.

… a dreamed image all the year.

We left the 19 the three November of 2005 to and average in the morning. With the brilliant light truck, the boat tediously covered and new rubbers in all the axes, we initiated the way. We crossed Cañuelas, Wolves, Saladillo and the dawn burst in showing the life clearly. Perdices in the banquinas, cuises that were and disappeared. In the lateral ones with water flamenco ones began the day some, swans, ducks and gallaretas. A fox by Macachin crossed itself to us. All the year was repeated a dreamed image.
Kill and to char it. Memories of fishing, anecdotes of the children, some friends in common, jokes and the boredom that unfruitfully tried to dominate to us. To the going never it obtains it. After crossing the desert we arrived at Neuquén, seemed that we were to a passage of our goal. We crossed that city that grows with I release the brakes and we stopped to sleep, two hours later, in Stone of the Eagle. The hotel, expensive for which they offered, and disagreeable the self-assured smile of the woman who knew that we could not discuss the price.

 

Rain was not impediment so that all to hope its turn to fish. Gustavo hoping.

Between the mist that caused rain the boats were seen trolleando.

… just arrived and full of fantasies.

When Bariloche with all its magnitude appeared to us, the wind of the west transformed to the lake into an enraged and desconfiable image. We visited friends and for our descreimiento and innocence they said to us that the extended weather forecast indicated that it would be one week of rains, snowed and cold. By all means, for us just arrived and full of fantasies, that could not stop to us.
We arrived at the Narrowness, we removed our permissions from fishing and they received in the Complex of Bay Apple tree to us. One of the beautiful places but that I know. From the window of the apartment the vision of the lake always is beautiful and calm. At the Bay the winds do not arrive to him. The boats in the mooring cables as soon as they move and they are the civilized complement of the mountain range that surrounds to that bay of dream. Snow arrives, dark slopes and their green and dense end of fronda. Ravine to lake, through which it passes the way that comes from Bariloche, showed extensive parallel strips the coast of retamas which they shine that intense yellow that single their flowers offer. A pair of whiskys, the pleasure of the privilege of being able to be and to remove the equipment to begin the following morning well early.

 

Julio, in the first and last day good weather, changing, once again, its fly.

Beach of the camping of the Arm Corner. A site of great trouts where trolling dominates like style.

… clouds, fog and bubbles in the lake.

I opened the window and constant rain was part of a neutral bottom of clouds, fog and bubbles in the lake. Discouraging image that attempted unfruitfully with our enthusiasm. We went to overcome the mouth of the Ruca Malén that treated the last year so well to us. Wadders, country of water, vest and cap with visor that maintains the hood and we were. Julio, took the only place possible to arrive at the veril with something but of facility. The river was a green water torrent that tried to take everything what it invaded it. Intense rain and fries was added to I disillusion. After the noon we were of return with something of loss of heart but not broken. That night they invited to us to have supper. It was a luxury. Chiche Aracena sentenced with its wisdom and we seemed young of kindergarten before their teacher. His brother, of characteristics and loaded eyes of affection, caressed to us with his sincere conclusions of fishing and tied magicians. A watered affluent lamb tranquilized to us and it gave force us for the following morning.
 

Vista from the balcony of the apartment of the Complex of Bay Apple tree

There are places in the Bays of the Arm Corner where it is possible to fish overcoming. Enrique fishing.

… in search of the bays of the Arm Corner.

Equal Amaneció. By advice of Chiche to avoid the dangerous wind of the lake we took to that morning the boat to the Arm Corner. There the Ñireco rivers and the Totoral end. In this last one we lowered the boat and we left in search of the bays of the right of the camping while rain fell infallible and persistent. The place was ideal to remove a brown one that cut the speech to us. Between the fog that causes rain and its bounce saw the last ones of trolling of two boats that as ghost they in front of lost us. Who fish to trolling will give back the trouts sometimes. Sabrían that in November no could be sacrificed. Tendrían permission. They were interrogative of predictable answers.
No resentment next to the cold and interminable rain, broke the will to us of that day. We returned, with the hope of which the place in that there were been fishing would be very good when the climate cleared. We elevated the boat in a small backwater of the Totoral and retraced steps the veintitantos kilometers until Bay Apple tree.
When Tuesday we returned surrounded in our rain clothes we had to clear with buckets the water of the boat before being able to leave. We did not get to throw the lines because the water curtain and the cold could with us. We went to the Correntoso to find with friends and fixed one us roasted for the night. The pleasure to speak, to admire well, to feel with the other, to eat between men speaking single of fishing, made us spend one night full of calidez and astonishment.


… they encouraged to us to prove in the Mouth of the Correntoso.

We asked for the resentment in the river and professional answers encouraged to us to prove in the mouth to the other day. Enough wine at night extends waking up said my papa and this time was not the exception. As to the ten we appeared in the mouth. All supported the climate as if the that outside natural one. They put in the river, they took his places and they sent. They did one or two corrections and they began the rythmical and esperanzada traction of the fly. While the others, we got wet and we watched until it touched our turn. No arrived at noon. The cold and rain made us also disappear in turns, as if we were fishing. That day we did not return.
Retamas overturned their flowers distressed by the water that accumulated their branches. They did not defy to the sun, they waited for it, they longed for it, they wished it. That day we prepared churrasquitos of pig and garlic sausages with Portuguese sauce. In eating it went to us Barbarian, the landscape in spite of bad weather was overwhelming, but of captures nor speaking.
Equal or worse Thursday amaneció and we decided to go to the mouth. This time we were single. All had left. Our breath was that we had that famous mouth by its generosity in great trouts for us two single ones. We resisted until the noon. In the evening we were not, it had gained us the supported suffering and we decided to give rest to our will.


… when we were about to to stop, Julio obtained a resentment.

Friday amaneció with sun. We went to the Arm Corner loaded of hopes. Ricardo, the one in charge of the camping had raised the boat to us because she was about to to sink the water yet that was had to him accumulated. We returned it to throw and in spite of the crossed wind we could castear very well within the two bays that we crossed. One of the side of the Ñireco and other facing the lake by the west. Casteamos until the arms could not but. When we were about to to stop Julio obtained a resentment with a fly of his design of black color. One went away, but that gave spirits us to follow with our attempts until afternoon. To the aim we raised the boat and we went to finish to the fishing in the Mouth hoping the dusk. The river had grown as much that the danger of a stumble made stop to Julio to put until the end of the places of sends. I, thinking about the glory that would be to obtain a trout after that week, from above of the sunk trunk, defying to a dangerous fall, it changed flies, it stretched to me in cast and it invented zones of hidden trouts. The truth could but and pink of the sky crumbling between dark clouds and the celestial spots it forced to me to leave the river. This time was overcome and without chances because to the other day we had to return.


… never to go to fish it was guarantee.

Can be fished without obtaining no piece? We returned just by an insolvent resentment but speaking all the trip of return that would be what we would do next year for season principles.
Both we wanted to return such to places.
We cannot ignore that in the mouth of the Correntoso there are trouts that wait for every year to us when it opens the season and that this year in the great Arm Corner the brown ones that frequents it were only aloof by bad weather. To never go to fish was guarantee of being able to obtain some piece. This affirmation occurred in all its amplitude with our trip.
I hope that this note joy otter to which it removes a piece when it fishes it or it feels, like us, the fishing when it does not do it. The Mouth of the Correntoso will be waiting for them with its mysterious trouts and the Arm Corner, beautiful and immovable, will shelter them while You arrive or Julio and I return to their bays.

We are thankful by its attentions, advice and recommendations to Chiche Aracena, Carlos Aracena, Jose Maria Lozano, Juan Pablo Garci'a, “the Colt” Lopez Reale and Banana Martinez.