GILDED TO SEEN FISH…
Unique moments in the life of a fly fisherman

Corner - Prov. of Currents

By: Mario Capovía del Cet

After weeks back Dark brown Race came to house to present/display to me to Evan and Barret, two North American young people who left everything in their country of origin and decided to cross our Patagonia with the single objective to fish with fly during six months. Dark brown it fished with both in Junín of the $andes and to its return they were in seeing itself again in Buenos Aires.

And here we were, chatting on its experiences with our trouts during as much time (at least 180 days of camping or sleeping in the car.) and seeing the great amount of photographies that had removed from their numerous captures, I supposed that already they would be tired to fish and that they would not see the moment for returning to its houses… but given to its youth and degree of “disease” by the fishing, one of them asked to me: “ what possibility has to fish some golden with fly. we still have left one week”…

I decided then to communicate with the Daniel Salinas, an excellent guide of Corner so that it told me as it were the thing that way. It explained to me then that had lowered to much the temperature - what it somewhat appeases the voracity of the gilded ones, but that the pain was worth to try it because there were possibilities of removing some so that they had the experience at least… We decided an exit of two days (Tuesday and Wednesday). Before the doubt I requested to Daniel who obtained a pair to him of equipment for bait, of way so that we could make sure that they could remove some… thing that they did not accept… “or with fly. .o nothing”.

Monday in the morning – day in which we were going to travel at night calls Daniel to me to comment to me that it had the good news since afternoon previous had discovered a zone where the water was very transparent and had had many resentments… “it is left a little far, are not great but there are many… if they do not move there of your friends are going to take a good memory” said to me…

We in the morning arrived at Corner Tuesday to five and there they hoped us to transfer us to the complex “Quique Pesca”, where we would lodg.

While we had breakfast we saw through large window of the dining room the Corriente river totally ironed. There was no wind and it was made a mirror…. the morning appeared really very pretty and without clouds.

Two hours of navigation separated us of the key place… while, we made some attempts in two or three places that Daniel recognized as very good and single in one we had several insolvent resentments until when affirming one and seeing that fish was, we realized because… they were chafalotes… and some very great, but could not remove no.

On the noon, and after crossing hundreds of streams by the labyrinths of the Corriente river, we arrived at the zone of black waters where they received two trasmallos to us that crossed the stream totally, thus was necessary to raise the motor not to hook them with the helix…. Luckyly they were the unique ones that we saw in all our passage.

Not less than 20 doraditos we removed that behind schedule, which means that we lost at least other so many resentments. Like éramos three, single we fished of a two not to bother to us, and were passing the cane after each capture. The climate stayed very pleasant by the total lack of wind, which allows to send with absolute comfort, to the fish to catch the vibrations of the fly when falling, and being able to see any movement in surface.

Evan and Barret really were fascinated with their experience although the doraditos were not really in good form, because except for some the majority was quite skinny and with the tails very eaten by palometas. Daniel attributed to it to that that bathed was long dark weather and given the recent bajante a main stream had been opened, which allowed that the transparent waters drained. Given the hour, we were in investigating it on the following day overcoming it and to see to where it was possible to be fished…. I controlled the hour of return and were two hours exact of motor to all march the time from return to the cabins… was really far….

On the following day the morning appeared again with zero wind, which makes of navigation a pleasure since in spite of the speed, the boat seems that it was stopped.

We stopped single in the place where chafalotes had pricked us. Evan removed one medium one and I a doradito… the usual photos and soon, without stopping, we sailed until the mouth of the stream that we needed to cross the previous day.

As it were very under Daniel began to overcome it very slowly. The transparency of the water was really a aquarium… was so, that we could see all the bed. Enormous an old one of water received separating to us slowly from the boat (soon we saw two more).

In a passage of about 300 meters always we were urging on small shoals of fish of medium sábalos between which always there was some doradito and when presenting/displaying to them the fly saw them leave the group and take it at full speed, others were brought closer distrustful and soon they retired without touching them.

He was really spectacular. At least one dozen of gilded we removed in that passage to seen fish and other so many without seeing them. Also we captured six or seven tarariras of good size that we could see watching in the coast, quietitas, almost with the back outside, those that they attacked opening its fizzle and “devouring” our flies.

Soon the stream narrowed much, was very deep and with much aquatic vegetation. That zone, of not but of 200 meters, concentrated an enormous amount of sábalos. We slowly crossed it and in silence. Like a breeding ground of fish, thousands of sábalos moved in a luck of “ballet”… we, altogether silence, we seemed hypnotized before similar single vision… one or two very small doraditos we could detect between that mass of fish… and not even we did sends… the moment to them was too pretty like wasting the time fishing.

Evan and Barret could not have but luck since at the end of channel it waited for a small group to us of leaves of Irupé or Regal Victoria, plants aquatic that is not common in the zone. In order to have a reference of its size, they put a beer tin on one of the leaves and they removed many photos to them.

We retraced steps the stream until its opening fishing or without fanaticism and with lack of appetite we almost removed some doradillos but… the fishing or was done and the blood no longer boiled.

With a smile in each face we returned at full speed to Corner, on cleared up waters of afternoon since like the previous day the wind was nonexistent.

When arriving at the wharf Evan and Barret they commented excited different situations from the fishing. I said to them that they hoarded the experience since many years could come and perhaps never they could repeat it. Evan, astonished, asked to me so that?… to which I responded to him: vos pensás that is therefore the fishing of the gilded one?… Is not thus? - it answered to me before which I commented to him that in my case, in at least 25 years to fish gilded with fly, very not very often it had had the opportunity to fish them in so transparent waters and to seen fish. I believe that just then they managed to include/understand the real magnitude of the lived thing.

Already in my department in Capital, Evan watches to me, smiles and she says to me: Mario… “ the images of these two days constantly come to the pretty mind… to me what!…”.

Before dismissing – to us since on the following day they returned to the United States and while it saw as they rearmed the chaos of knapsacks and purses that had scattered in my dining room, I remained thinking about that rare luck that sometimes we have the fishermen to arrive at a river at the moment and the exact hour…

According to Daniel, three days later and because of the bajante, surely that dreamed stream would be almost dry and all their fish already would have retired… It will be necessary to hope…
 

Greetings
Mario Capovía of the Cet

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