Looking for options for those that they don't want to move many kilometers in search of those silver arrows, for reasons of time or economic, us we direct to the city of Berisso to look for pejerreyes to the River of the Silver, where we really find what we were looking for.

At the signal hour of one day that it would be presented very cold (with a near thermal sensation to the 0º), I met with those who would be my partners of exit in this opportunity, Manuel "Manolete" Clar and Ricardo "Ricky" Voarino with who we go to the encounter of the one who it would be our guide in this opportunity, Matías "Matute" Pavoni, who counts with a comfortable trucker equipped with all the safe-deposit elements required by Naval Prefecture Argentina, VHF, Ecosonda, GPS and other,  incluido an auxiliary motor for if the reliable 60 hp that him it motorizes has some problem.

After the presentations and load of the teams in the craft, we go, already in the van of Matías, toward the beach "The Bagliardi", where they would throw away us the craft (with we arrive) by means of a picturesque system in the one which you it uses kind of a sulki thrown by a horse to the one which you it hooks the trailer and it is towed toward the area of depth necessary where for effect of the flotation of the helmet, the trailer it leaves without resistance below the boat, only subtracting to put in it goes the motor, and to begin to navigate toward the fishing area elect.

 
The sailing made it excessively in a river I calm down, hardly ruffled by a breeze (very cold, that yes) that blew of the south-southeast. Hardly arrived at the fishing court that we thought garetear, to some two thousand five hundred meters of the bank toward the southeast of the one pier, three layer anchors put us perpendicular to the one wind and  went this way that of to a, the lines went looking for the water jointly with the hope of puncturing one of the "suspenders" that it usually offers the river for this area.
The lines hardly reached one it distances from 50 to 60 meters of the craft, a soft one taken toward the side it indicated us that the so desired fish was in the end of our team, there, only the fisherman's know-how it could transform it into a prey or in a promise that the one next  doesn't escape.

 
The teams?: canes of 4 meters of tip action, reel's loaded with multifilamento of 0.12 0.14, or with nylon of the one 0.23 with their corresponding flotalíneas and conventional lines of three buoys of medium size, the use of big buoys it is to the fisherman's approach, more than anything for a question of visualization of the apparel. If they can see well, use buoys medium

As for the colors of those buoys: yellow, white, orange, all clear colors, those  dark they didn't walk well.

Short Brazoladas, of 10 at 25 centimeters, fishhooks Number 1 or 1/0 of the line Mustad 277F, and as baits we use alive mojarras, salted mojarras, filet fresh of toothy and colored filet of red and orange. No we had colored filet of green, but our guide us it assured that it is the one that better  walks.

 went this way that little by little we begin to to hoist pretty pejerreyes to the boat, all of very good measure, among 35 and 45 centimeters, fat and peleadores, a pejerrey that gave everything of yes to release from the deceit to which was subjected offering an unforgettable show to the fisherman's eyes with jumps and lateral races that always make believe that that that there is to the other side of the line it can be the pejerrey of their life.