Stay “The Brava”
Esquina - Current
Good attention and better fishing.
By:
Enrique Gómez
y
Julio Rossotti
A stay installed in an Island on the Stream
Will water down. Superlative attention in the helmet and the water. Three
Grandjean boats of seven meters with modern motors, with a guide without doubts
and that it thinks about the fisherman. The obligation to choose the places
respecting the modality of fishing of its clients, without retaceos of time and
fuel to arrive at the objective. Noisy shoals of fish of mojarras in all the
delta and doradillos depredating almost in the surface. A spectacle, that by not
repeated, stops being wonderful. Much cold. Something unusual in the zone but
also the exit was a bacanal of fishing and pleasure shared with the nature.
Mojarras in movement
During the months of June, July or August is safe that there
will be by causes unknown by us, a migration of mojarras who alter to their
predators and allow to locate according to the movement of their shoals of fish,
strategists places of hunting for the doradillos that are satiated to persecute
them and to run over them.
He is doubtless which the sunny days and without wind, before this invasion of
forrajeros, are the best ones to fish gilded, but was not that the time that
touched to us. They were gray days and you cold, that by the abundance of
doradillos, as soon as they influenced in the result. The place in that we
developed the fishing was within an intrincate map of rivers and streams that
limits the north with the Stream the Toro, the East, the stream Will water down,
to the West the Parana River leaving to the South the city of Esquina.
In that zone this the Stay the Brave one. A gigantic Island in that varied
capricious and laberíntico delta. In that picture of the map it is where we
lodged and we crossed fishing places whose names I will not worry in mentioning
because they serve for the guides or like reference to known navigators the
river. For single us they are points to stop the memory.
The GPS of a guide
There are names in guaraní that mark a beach, a curve, a
lagoon or other names removed from events that sometimes marked the place for a
group of baqueanos, and that today follow effective like route indicators or
ideal site to fish. They are items of a GPS installed in the memory of the
guides who plot the direct course the places that wish to arrive. They are its
intellectual patrimony, reason why they pay the cabañeros to them or we paid the
fishermen to them. They are what it distinguishes them and the reason for
greater or smaller success in its work. That knowledge is the differentiating
element of each one with respect to the one of the others, and those that can
maintain with firmness that security of navigators and fishermen, without
concerning the height are not many in which is the river.
Our guide was, like everything in Brave,
efficient and the kind one. Horacio, a boy of gray eyes and easy smile trasmitía
security in each movement. We sailed by flat waters of threatening beds with the
tranquillity with which it advances a train by its routes. Small bushes near the
march footpaths nevertheless indicated that an error meant to run aground, to
the regularity of the motor and its firmness to us in each curve us trasmitía
that that could not happen.
Equipment several
Atilio, one of the hosts of the Stay, happened to look for to
us by the Port of Esquina and after about twenty-five minutes of boat we lowered
our bulks in the Stay. Julio and I am fishermen with fly, but this note had to
show the efficiency of all the modalities so that all the fishermen feel
including in her. We had prepared canes of spinning, bait cast and by all means
those of fly, in addition to a battery of decoys and the illogical and
exaggerated amount of flies that take those that we fished little and we tied
much. The bucket with medium colored people completed the arsenal.
The boat with which we were transferred was a Grandjean of 7.20 ms with cabin,
impelled by a Yamaha motor of four times of 120 HP. That boat was the one that
we used, but the other two that makes available, do not go in rear as far as
power and modernity.
Modalities and results
We left course to the Toro, a stream at which some years ago
it was not necessary to arrive because the fishing was to the doors of the city.
Today it is a normal destiny between the guides whom they love to satisfy to its
clients without concerning the cost to them of fuel. The first shutdown showed a
water encounter that sinceraban in their speed a differentiated veril. Before
Julio and I finished arming our canes, Atilio had obtained not less than three
doradillos. The lateral playados ones showed to the activity of the hunters
revoleando mojarras as diamonds the air. While they continued showing with their
captures kindness to us of the fishing of the river at the moment, from the
beach we began with fly canes.
It was not easy, even though that with bait the gilded ones itched without
pause, with decoy or of fly everything took control more difficult. Julio
obtained doradillo and I, lamented myself of the breakage of a cane and the loss
of not less than five resentments frustrated. Where the guide stopped the boat,
the fishing was incredibly abundant with bait, anything to presume with decoys
and poor man with the flies. We had lunch in the island, yet the enchantment
that this locks up and in the evening nothing changed.
A prize consolation
In one of the sand banks where the boat left us so that we
could castear without disadvantages I had a resentment that cheered for a ratito
the day to me. The size of the piece had obtained my more ambitious given
aspiration the gilded ones that they were obtained. But after two jumps escupió
the fly leaving me with face of surprised fisherman and the common loss of heart
that it leaves gilding that won the battle to us.
The consolation came immediately. A lost ray was crossed my fly and by a moment
it lessen my frustration and it gave an anecdote me for the friends.
A good end
Already of return, we anchored before a vertiginous track and
narrows where the resentment had its greater intensity. A resentment after
another one although we did not have the luck to nail none with our flies.
Silence was altered with mojarras swimming until in the air with the doraditos
attacking them. The baits lasted in the water the time in which they leaned,
soon a furious resentment forced to nail quickly. One mojarra of Alfer, Atilio
enjoyed its captures in spinning. We, anxious, tried to calm and we concentrated
ourselves so that our flies arrived at the imaginary limit where the attacks
took place. In spite of having several of them, we could not obtain no capture.
He was a little while épico that the night it interrupted. With the last light
we almost arrived at the Stay.
It had been very cold, specially to afternoon, but the gilded ones disguised it
until definitively we had to return. The hot water bath and a whiskey prepared
us for the supper. A good Portuguese sauce and the garlic sausages of the
refrigerator that Julio has with his children completed the pleasure of a day of
intense fishing.
Gray clouds, doradillos brilliants
To the other day, we shared the breakfast with three
fishermen just arrived. They had traveled in micro and to its Horacio arrival,
that had gone to the city with that aim, it brought them before amaneciera to
the Stay. It seemed to us an exceptional option to enjoy to plenary session
until the trip from Buenos Aires. One travels sleeping in micro and personnel of
the Stay, that waits for it in the terminal, embarks it and he transfers it
until the helmet. A great breakfast and to fish. Best.
We divided ourselves. Horacio with was just arrived and Atilio with us. The day
showed the depressed sky. Gray clouds delineated shaded round lines of lead. The
sun nor was presumed. It was impossible to imagine it by the intensity of the
cold and the unpleasant color to it that those clouds offered to the landscape.
The golden river was opaque like a metal without luster. The sand of the small
beaches that form in the borders of the islands offered their telluric
complexion of an ocher macilento. The sticks mutilated by the cattle and the
buffalos seemed dead vipers and games, the scrubs greyed their green ones and
the trees seemed on the lookout. All that depressing vision was reverted as soon
as we stopped the boat. Again the noise of mojarras terrified, the hoaxes of the
gilded ones hunting in the borders and the jumps that were repeated in the
captures were the sounds of the nature that erased the sadness of the day.
Another day, golden other
At noon we joined all to eat for lunch in the exit of the
Toro and Parana. A steep red mud coast extended towards both sides of the
camping. Colored people as bait were a finite resource to that hour of the day,
reason why a mojarrero infaltable raised mojarras fat and greedy who would
replace that lack when they were finished. Julio with dry fly amused itself with
mojarras and I continued looking for gilding that she crowned my attempts of
that day. Walking by the coast towards the south, casteando almost parallel to
the coast, I obtained several resentments and doradillo that it looked for. We
had lunch, and some drops worried us for the return. The last shutdown was in a
lagoon and gareteando the resentments with the intensity of all the excursion
were repeated. Rain, like one intrusa of our diversion, determined our return.
The plomizo sky was adorned with fleeting lightning and rain struck in the
windshield of the boat. The last vision of that day was the furious wake of the
march, some buffalos cross a river while others, cansinos and vulgar, watched
distracted with their ears and fallen horns to us accompanying the sadness by
rain.
Epilogue
The delta of Esquina this invaded of mojarras and doradillos.
Difficult to obtain some that exceeds the prescribed measurement, but the amount
allows to anticipate a fishing amused in any modality. Of to have had something
more of temperature and to the sun illuminating to the river, the fishing with
fly had been not to forget. The fishing with bait or spinning, that was good,
could far better have been in favorable conditions of time. With bait the
fishing was infallible to any hour and in all the places that the guide chose.
The port of the Stay is to minutes of the fishing places and the attention and
the lodging are of the best thing in the zone. One of its owners of host, expert
guides of the river and the fishing, ample boats with cabins and modern motors
of high horsepower - two casteábamos people our lines without difficulty -,
capacity of lodging from three to sixteen fishermen, own energy, a helmet with
TV color in means of the delta, a cook who knows what does and guarantees
viandas for the day and suppers that complete unforgettable days.
Remember that is going it to look for the
Terminal of Micros and transfers it to the Stay, they throughout lodge it and
they are to the service of the fishermen the time of the excursion. It has
everything including (Viandas, drinks, suppers, boats, guides, bait and fuel)
until they again leave it in the Terminal for its return. Ideal. We were invited
to make this note but it would not bring closer a single praise if it did not
feel that I am giving a service.
They did not authorize to me to publish the price by person per day because
there are differences according to the group, but is totally economic for the
place, the services and the attention that offer. They do not let call them if
they want to discover the place of fishing that will choose, in that zone, for
the next years.
Greetings
Enrique Gómez
Services
Estancia "La Brava"
Esquina - Corrientes - Argentina
Tel.: (011) 15-6045-6223 / 4543-5125
Tel.: (02293) 15-615703 / (0291) 15-438-1257
