“Good fishing in streams of Esquina”
Corrientes - Argentina
Special comforts and a fishing abundant
and amused in the solitude of bordering streams to the Stream Will water down in
the Delta of Corner
By:
Enrique Gomez
To go to fish to Corner is to indicate a
generic one to an exit of fishing.
To where you go? .... To Corner Current.
The answer is so general that single that that
knows the zone gives to account the one that the person questioned goes to enjoy,
but does not have idea of where it is going to make the fishing.
The delta of Corner is so great that it is
impossible to indicate, unless one is an independent fisherman of the zone or a
guide, where wrath to prove luck or to verify certainties.
Many guides have preferential zones. Some
always take for the south. The Ingá, Ingacito, the Espinillo and so many other
names that are esperanzados sounds when one speaks with them. Others choose the
north. Aguará, the Aguaracito, the Pucú, the Toro, the Beehive and other so many
brooks and affluent streams of Parana that are multiplied in a laberíntico
telluric result that formed that diagram of beauty and mystery.
Loading bulks and illusions
The Corriente river happens in front of the city of Corner. A wide channel that
is opened in front of to the port exactly. It is the door that communicates with
the Parana River. A comfortable incline to lower the boats with the elements
that guarantee a careful putting in the water, is the reflection of the
experience of years receiving tourist and guides to newspaper. On her in an
extensive incline the trailers and vehicles rest that will wait for the return
of the fishermen.
A winding asphalt populated with lapachos, the
river, the boats and the nervous spirit that trasmite through the anxiety of the
fishermen, show a loaded scene of movement and beauty.
The boat of our transfer is lowered with well-known
and precise movements. It is Granjean of but of seven meters of length and both
passes meters of sleeve. An ample cabin guarantees a navigation without wind and
water, in addition to the shade that will become necessary when really we are
fishing. A motor of Suzuki of 4 times of 70 HP completes the equipment. He is
white and blue with a loaded interior of watertight loading and hiding to all
the boxes and purses that the fishermen we bring by the doubts. In its bands
they soon show impeccable cañeros of stainless steel that will contain, the
ready tools for the fishing. They loaded gasoline Cans, provisions, all our
bulks and the four or five canes that we took each one of us to emphasize our
insecurity.
The passage until the Stay the Brave one
We sailed when the night invaded to us. The
blurred figures of the port and the church were the silhouettes that seemed to
observe to us, the lapachos single fused gray shades in small pink spots were
become. The so low river, caused that navigation took much more that with normal
waters or swellings. We left towards Parana we took the mouth from Aguará and
soon we opened ourselves of the habitual way by impassable. The passage was made
following the shades deformed of fronda of the coasts, avoiding kind banks that
emerged sigilosos and observing the little light that escapes to him to the
night in the brightness of the river and the foam of the wake of the motor. Open
fireflies danced their nocturnal ritual and were company all the trip.
Emerging from the closed dark, the Brave one
appeared like a miracle the helmet of the Stay. First single one was a light
semicircle that was seen behind the islands, soon descried clearly the dry wharf
in and the illuminated house. A mill was let caress by the distant arrival of
the lights and the wood wharf cut useless perpendicular and so that it was in
the air without the boat could use it for its unloading.
Surprise by the facilities
Cuatriciclo with a trailer loaded our bulks in
the same beach, while we walked towards the house. The gigantic toads,
shareholders without cost of the place, watched underneath the lamps the
intrusión of some distracted cascarudo. We passed a gallery that would offer
shade and shelter to us in the day. We entered the interior of the house. It
received Maria to us, one lady who would take care of to us both during days
that we would be. Its full frank face of smile guaranteed to us that we would be
taken care of like its family. The atmosphere when entering is a hungry Living.
To the right a stove of colonial style, a shelf, an ignited television set, a
revistero just by magazines of fishing of all the world, a game of armchairs and
a table ratona. To the left, two tables of dark table cloth and six chairs in
each one. Following we arrived at the kitchen. Warm, modern and professional,
faced her, a corridor that contained to freezer giant that assures food and cold
drink by the time that is wanted to happen. The dormitories, the one in suite
and other with the bath finalizing the corridor, can lodge twelve people more or
less, with gastronomical service, hot water, electrical light and the comforts
to which we are customary to have in the city, with the single difference that
we are surrounded of silence in means of the correntino Delta. Something only,
unimaginable and within reach of the fisherman.
Hard North wind
The morning showed to the zone its splendor
yet. The Sun, already high, made shine the sand of the discovered banks. The
water curled by a North, strong and annoying wind, emphasized them. A breakfast
of candies and homemade Bread was the first satisfaction of the day. We loaded
the boat and we left to fish. Julio Rossotti, who by the North wind would stop
of the use of fly canes, successfully chose the use of an equipment of spinning,
David and Atilio - associated executives of the project - would fish all the day
with us taking care of to us and taking care of to us, and Luis Ramirez, a
sparing guide, of dark complexion and lean face but with a quiet smile that
cheered to see it. We sailed by the brooks, seeing the change that in the last
years the cattle of the exotic buffalos left in the islands. Of fronda once
green by above and down, with trees, shrubs, stick and camalotes and today
everything squashed, dry, with the track of its hooves entering and leaving the
islands, drying and eating all the green one that find. One is accustomed
because the beauty of that paradise is defended to itself. The tree stands out,
the buffalo happens to be part of the landscape, the river shows clearly to its
curves and tracks and the beaches that they sometimes prevent to be able to sail
quickly. All it does to a spectacle in if same.
A surubí in spinning
We stopped in less than fifteen minutes in a
prolonged veril of the coast the west of one of the so many brooks, some took
its baits and ceremoniously they placed them in the hooks, Julio lowered and I
enter to walk the coast towards the south. I prepared a cane eight with a line
FS and a short end. With her I fished both during days and was what I believed
of better use and the one than adapted to the conditions of the river. Where we
fished we always had a low part beings to arrive at the veril where we intuited
the Gilded ones.
In the distance, in means of the curve of the
Bay, Julio nails and its demanded cane notices very. My launchings failed by the
fort wind crossed of in front, reason why I took my camera and I left to enjoy
the result of the task of Julio. A Surubí, had made it walk near 100 meters
before surrendering and when to the aim it could remove it, the satisfaction of
the first piece so described, cheered the morning to us. Corner and September
are an excellent combination to look for surubíes, but to find the fishing so
fast made us think that this would be repeated easily. As always an error. We
did not return to see one outside the water. Until there, the bait obtained some
palometas but we had not seen any golden.
Piques and Doradillos
A water entrance of not more than thirty
meters, distributed to its current by that passage forming a lagoon and
continuing the brook that formed it a curve ago that was lost in a camalotal. An
ideal place to fish gilded of all the ways. They left three worthy ones to be
mentioned. Their jumps and the shouts that accompany the joy by their resentment
put to us in the landscape like special protagonists. Atilio with bait and David
with one mojarra small Alfer had been the one who had the luck to nail them.
Mojarra Alfer of blue gray color and some sparkle orange were extraordinary in
the results of both days of fishing. Single she must not less have had more
thirty or forty attacks and than twelve or fifteen gilded. Hardly it surpassed
the bait.
Ranchada, lunch and birds
We in the morning finished the fishing in that
place and decided to repair itself of the wind and the sun in ranchada
previously a Vista and prepared for our lunch and rest. I do not put the name of
streams because the guides baptized them of different way and in addition I
believe that it is not important before our ignorance and dependency in
navigation and election of those places. The trees gave shade us, the roots
emerging you limit, the smoothing Earth floor to be able to arm the table and to
place our chairs and a small depression where the fire was armed to fry, to the
correntina, palometas that Ramirez cleaned and cut with quickness and precision.
We ate enjoying the shade, of the song of the birds, the rumor of the river, the
rubbing of camalotes stopped while beers you cold and malbec helped us to enjoy
each thing that surrounded to us. Cardinals, cardenalinas, zorzales, tordos and
other birds throughout killed company the time to us that we stopped there. That
single one indicated specially that the result of the single fishing is a
consequence, for us, who we are not customary to receive these daily events of
the nature.
In spite of the wind
In the evening, the North wind continued
bothering. Even though of that cargoso wind it had had two resentments and one
of them it had offered me a pair of jumps before leaving. When the sun began to
decline or we began to notice it, the wind, without letting blow lessened the
sufficient thing like empecinar to me to continue punishing my tired arm. But
the wind is tozudo, I I was at least going to tie it. They berthed the boat in a
stream where it doubled the volume with force and thence the canes fished
comfortably. I lowered, not without crossing to me and tearing the skin to lower
to me, and to follow with my insistent search. I was located outside of the
veril where a lagoon had shown doradillos hunting. I fanned the place with my
launchings and a pair of resentments stimulated to me to continue, but my
fatigue was well-known. David who seated near me, when proposed to him to go to
us, urged to me that it did some sends more.
Later we go away: It said.
I had my resentment and I removed my doradito. The day finished and by the
pleasure of it to have obtained, it seemed that been removing it had gilded from
the morning. I had many resentments. I calculate ten or twelve, twice catch oned
almost until the capture but single I could remove one in spite of to have moved
backwards in my attempt from the morning and was not satisfied.
Supper and nostalgia
We returned at dusk. A hot bath, a bite,
drinks and everything what we had to tell us caused that our fatigue disappeared
at least until the end of the supper. Tallarines homemade with estofado of
chicken that Maria prepared for us was shipwrecked the main plate that we ate
cone. Prolonged tablecloth loaded of nostalgia of the Corner which we had seen
and fished thirty years ago and that we could not let compare it.
Intense wind of the south
To the other day amaneció something cloudy and now with an
incessant and powerful South wind. Again the fishing with fly would be disabled,
but not for that reason, we would not insist. Before leaving, by commentaries of
immense supper and two tarariras in frezzer we went to see three lagoons that
are to little three hundred meters of the Stay. Extraordinary. Just by the
fishing that can be obtained there justifies that the fishermen we visit the
Stay the Brave one. A pair of slippers to soil, the equipment of fly and
spinning, and to look for some of those tarariras that we saw in frezzer and
that we noticed that morning in the movements of the water. I am not going to
say that I was not attemped to have left, but the pieces of the river could more
with my vanity. We left with Horacio González, another guide, young person and
insurance. It was not called on the best day to him to demonstrate its knowledge
to us but it obtained that the fishing did not defraud.
New courses with good fishing
We changed the course, safe totally to the day end, that
we returned to that wonderful waterfall that as much result had left the other
morning us. When later leaving to investigate the lagoons, the noon hurried for
us. This time the fishing was centered in David, accidental possessor of mojarra
Alfer, and Atilio, that varied of equipment with good results. To fish with fly
was fought enough but it gave to many resentments and no piece. Julio, who had
decided single to fish this day in that modality lamented itself not to have
brought his equipment of spinning and I, I continued with my search, amusing to
me with my flies and with the care in removing in each it sends to something but
line. David, was but successful, but the tesonero one, the one that when we
arrived at some place threw of the boat and wanted to arrive the first that
others to which it thought that it was the best place. Its practice gave the
reason him. With bait or decoys it brought palometas and doraditos in each
shutdown.
One more a lesson
In addition to two or three gilded that took my fly and
that fed my adrenalin, a strange resentment was added beside the point. In my
traction of the fly I had a resentment that without raising water took for the
side of the beach without which my cane could contain it. Soon one stood and it
was impossible to raise it or to return to move it. Ray, said the guide, ray
said Atilio and all the movements convinced to me that what I had was a ray. I
did not have the patience to hope that one moved nor I wanted that nobody with
oars or canes forced it. After a short while, I began to do pumping with the
cane and in the end the fly jumped by the air indicating my lack of patience. It
could have waited for because it knew that it had to the fish and the fishing,
to be successful in any modality, needs the capture. This way the fish, in good
hour, had won and it had demonstrated that I to me, as fisherman anxious and I
were hurried.
An exceptional visit
When berthing in one of the last shutdowns of
the day we saw an aquatic serpent very common in the Province of Currents. A
pigeon of “Curiyú” - name whereupon knows it - just moved to sigiloso by the
weeds ahead ours. Personally behind schedule in seeing it even though that me
they indicated it with insistence. It saw the tremor of the weeds but by the
colors yellow greenish and black of the body one became difficult to me to
distinguish it. The “Curiyú”, an inoffensive reptile for the man, reaches up to
seven meters in length and very is persecuted by the valuable thing of its skin.
He was exciting to see it in its natural habitat. We bothered it single to
stretch a little our relation with her. Soon to enjoy its beauty, we left it in
freedom, watching it embelesados to reptar and to swim by the border until it
was lost of Vista. By its timidity and the camouflage whereupon its skin are
confused with the weeds of the border is very rare to be able to see them. I
believe that all we were affected by the encounter.
And the end arrived
David, Horacio and Atilio removed to many doradillos and
palometas. Julio and I, in spite of to have had resentments could not remove
from the water, that day, to the pieces that caused them. The wind this time was
of the side of the good ones. Of not to have been thus, with the advantage which
they had this day the decoys with respect to the bait, we had been but
successful in the comparative results of the fishing modalities. We closed the
day, all insisting on the same. The waters looked for their negrura, the
perimeter of the trees became by the sun giving him their last light clear, them
shade of ravines stretched in the mouth and in each it sends noticed our
fatigue. Our enthusiasm was transformed into admiration having seen to fall the
sun without showing its rays. A sphere orange, something trembly by the mist of
the dusk, offered us, once again, its always indescribable and surprising
spectacle. We embarked and while the night showed its daily fight to darken as
much beauty, we undertook the final return to the Stay the Brave one. Without
speaking, single watching satisfied and been thankful the landscape that had
allowed us to belong to him, we listened to the motor deaf person of four times
and far saw the wakes that balanced the coasts of reeds and made arrive, but,
smooth waves of goodbye.
Conclusion.
An exit to the Stay the Brave one is guarantee of pleasing
playful, good gastronomy, silence and being, not to arrive every time, in the
fishing place. An island of the matting that offers everything what the nature
has in that place with the aggregate of a house that lodges it and it contains
it. Two worried hosts, an affective cook and unforgettable letter, suppers and a
helmet that, incredibly in that lujuria wild, offers lodging, hot water and
light to enjoy it. The boats of best, the great ones but of little openwork like
passing times as ill-fated as the one that is passing the river at this moment.
New motors that guarantee security. Guides who know the boat, the river and the
shutdowns of fishing and relaxation without doubts. The delta offers there the
most crossed of its labyrinths, the brutal beauty of the bajante and the dry and
cuarteado mud of the drought.
The fishing was very good. More than fifty
resentments per day and not less than fifteen gilded captured and given back.
Palometas bothered but given the equipment that today it demands Corner already
is amused pieces, we had the luck of a surubí in spinning and more than half of
the gilded ones they were captured in this modality. For the mosqueros, it is an
extraordinary possibility, specially now with the lack of water in all the
affluents. This delta offers opportunities at each place. The veril, the fall of
volume, the lagoon that forms between channel and channel of water-drainage, the
ravines and the coasts of squashed vegetation of dry floor that allow to castear
comfortably and until demanding themselves in the distance.
The fishing with decoys is a consequence of
the bajante, the water runs except the vibrations better are perceived, those of
depth language and average water was the ideals. With bait, in this brown case,
the results were very good.
The fly equipment that we used was #8 with
lines of depth torpedo, we saw possibilities of lines of flotations with you
lead ballastings but we did not use them. Equipment can take but light if they
can throw the chosen flies, no piece from which they removed surpassed the five
kilos. You lead them short, as it is custom with completion of 0.30 mm and a
leader of 15 covered steel pounds. Of the flies, by these days of as much wind,
we cannot speak with property. We began using some of much volume and finished
with which less resistance could offer. Of the color we can maintain that both
we had more resentments with dark flies: Black and orange, Black and golden,
black and yellow brightness. The fishing, as any fisherman knows, cannot be
assured but this zone offers many and varied opportunities in addition, it is
not necessary to forget the lagoons that we could not investigate and that are
to little meters of the house.
Stay the Brave one.
In front of the Stream It will water down to 40 minutes of
the Port of Corner.
Comforts:
Six hundred ninety hectares with three built-in lagoons. Two rooms.
One with bath in suite (even six people)
Another one with external bath (up to eight people).
Kitchen, professional service of gastronomy, Living, electrical light by
generator, Direct TV, firewood heating, dining room and external gallery.
Information and reserves:
Atilio Luque: 02293-15615703 email: atilioluque@hotmail.com
David González: 0291-154381257 email: davidgonzalez7000@hotmail.com
Miriam Herrera: 0377- 15471214 or 15471297
Guides: Luis Ramirez and Horacio Sanchez.
Boats:
The Lady of Target. Grandjean of 7.20 of length with cabin. Motor: Suzuki 70 HP
The Brave I: Grandjean of 7.20 of length with cabin. Motor: Yamaha 90 HP
Brave the II: Grandjean of 7.20 of length with cabin. Motor: Suzuki 70 HP
Services:
Transfer and return from the Port from Corner to Stay the Brave one. Lodging,
breakfast, vianda and have supper. Boat with guide, fifty liters of gasoline and
bait (five dozens of colored people).
Tariff bases: $ 210 by pax
Tariff full: $ 350 by pax (Without limits of fuel and free
tap during estadía)
These prices do not include the permission of fishing of the Province of
Currents ($ 24 by fisherman)
Greetings
Enrique Gomez
N of the R: The beginning of the prohibition
in the Province of Currents was delayed until the 10 of November, will be from
the 11 of November to the 31 of December inclusively.
